‘Mm...oh...oh that feels good…. Wait...huh?’ I opened my eyes blearily to see the stallion sitting over my head, massaging my temples. “Hey...what’re you doing?”

“You seemed restless. My mother always massaged my head to wake me up when I was a colt and having bad dreams. It was always nice to wake up like that.” Well I wasn’t having bad dreams, but ow, yeah, I didn’t sleep well. Waking up to a nice scalp massage was a treat though. I was drifting off again, my eyes drooping.

“Oh~....” I moaned, suddenly feeling a familiar pinch on my right nipple, and sighed as I felt some pressure being relieved, and heard it streaming into a container. ‘Oh. He’s milking me...and for some reason I don’t care much at the moment.’ I opened my eyes to see him having gently removed my right breast from my robe, and had moved it sideways to milk me into a wooden milk jug.

“I’m sorry if I offend. In Saddle Arabia, we don’t really have any stringent laws against physical contact. Or even having sex in public. Also, you were looking rather full.” He casually mentioned as if he indeed saw nothing unusual with the gesture as he brushed some of his long chocolate mane out of his green eyes.

“N-no, it’s fine, thank you.” ‘You can touch me all you want handsome….’ I thought as I tried to stay calm, watching him casually go to work, draining my right breast into a jug, then another, and after that he was going to move to the other side apparently, but I rolled over towards him, and pulled his face to my left nipple myself. “Have some love. I taste like marshmallow.” I purred, my heart pounding, and he calmly put his lips to me, and suckled, “Ah~.” ‘Oh gosh! It feels even better when someone else does it!’

I had my eyes closed, in bliss as he drank from me. I felt obscenely good and proud of how he could keep drinking for minutes on end and I still had more to give. It felt all too soon when he was done, and I opened my eyes in a flutter, feeling really good and just so light, like I could float. And I didn’t even orgasm either, so being on such a euphoric high was new for me. All of this was new for me.

[Current Time]

“You let him have sex with you didn’t you.” Luna deadpanned, but more in exasperation than anger.

“Wha-”

“You’re making it too obvious.” Luna said simply. “You wanted to see what it felt like, so you let him have sex with you.” She nodded and crossed her arms under her bust. “Were I a stallion suddenly, I admit I too would be interested in experimenting. There’s nothing wrong with some casual sex now and then love.”

“W-well you don’t have to say it like I was a cheap whore!”

I feel like such a cheap whore right now…a really happy, but also confused cheap whore. How was his dick THAT big? How was he strong enough to pound me so hard he moved me from one end of the little building to the other? And I could’ve sworn he was taller than he was earlier. Whatever.

I laid on the floor. Spent. Covered in my milk, saliva, sweat, and satisfaction. A pool of spooge pooling on the floor between my legs, pouring from my dark gray lower lips, as the stallion who rutted me was snoozing in exhaustion on my breasts. I’d have to keep tabs on him if I ever felt the need to experiment like this again. The main reason I felt like a whore though, was because I fucked him without even learning his name. I was going to stay and ask him of course...maybe even ask for another round or two, but the fact stands.

Again; sex as a mare was extremely interesting and amazing. But having something IN me, it was just, wow. No way to fully describe it. I had no way to expect the sensations having been male before, and not even Luna’s memories did justice. The way I stretched around him, the way I spasmed at every motion. Being a guy was simple. How could women not be as ridiculously horny as us when they can derive pleasure so much better than us? Or were they, and it was just stereotyping?

“Mm...oh...sorry.” Oh, yay! He’s awake! Time for round-no, stop Dox. Don’t want to get pregnant. That’s the LAST thing I need. “Don’t know what came over me. I drank of you, and then I felt a fire in me I’d never experienced before.”

“Well, I am an alicorn. My milk’s inherently magical apparently. Probably gave you energy or something.” I commented as I sat up, ducking my head to avoid spearing the ceiling with my horn, and hugging the stallion to my chest, sandwiching him in my glorious orbs as I smiled down at him. “Thanks for the good time stud. What’s your name?”

“I am Gumus. My family have been long known as skilled miners, but with the war, I felt it time to leave the iron and coal mines of my homeland for something less destructive in nature.” The pinto stallion informed, before raising his hands and making me gasp as he wrapped his hands around my pert nipples. “Fancy another rut?”

“I’d be lying if I said no. But I have no clue how fertile either of us are...and that is a lot of cum….” I commented, noticing just how far the puddle of excretion stretched on the floor. “That’s going to stain….”

“As if I care; this little hovel is but a place to sleep. It can burn to the ground when I leave for all I care. It’s a terrible home.” Gumus stated, and I had no inclination to hold back my laugh at the concept, but my mirth was ended by a shaking rumble echoing from my gut. “Oh? Perhaps it would be best to get the prize-winning milkmare some food hm?”

“I can drink myself, you don’t need to waste your food on me. Actually; have some yourself. It’s the least I could do. I keep feeling I’m getting more indebted to you by the minute.” I grinned mischievously, and only idly noticed something...I wasn’t slipping into thinking I was Luna for once!

‘Well hey, good ya noticed! It seems getting more in touch with YOUR desires is helping you distance yourself from Luna’s personality.’

“Mm….” I hummed in content as Gumus took my left nipple into his lips, and I gasped as he twirled his tongue around me. ‘Hey, you must be right. Because feeding him right now, I’m not seeing memories of our foals. I’m here. It’s-.’ The sudden increase of weight on me startled me, and before I knew it, I fell back with a yelp as a shocking amount of weight and mass pressed down on me, and I gasped at seeing the cause.

‘He’s growing! He’s already as big as me! What?!’ He stopped drinking, and grinned as he placed his hands on either side of my head, and I felt my face light up with a fierce blush as he neared my face.

“Well. Quite magical, don’t you think?” Gumus joked, and I looked down, seeing and feeling his groin already prepared, and I gulped.

“Well...breakfast can wait?”

Okay, is this what my adventure is going to be like? Sexual encounters and moments of self-discovery everywhere? Fun. We almost destroyed his little house just from the sex, but after the latest romp, which succeeded in leaving me sore, I decided to hold off on giving my milk away so casually. I mean, just a good bit straight from the tap, and Gumus went from an 8-foot horse into a 16-foot horse!

In order to leave his house, we had to rip the roof off. “I’m so sorry!” I apologized for the umpteenth time as the unbearably hot sun was peeking over the horizon, causing my silver fur to glimmer from all the fluids.

“And again, I say there is no need to apologize.” Gumus cheerfully rebuffed, having to be nude unlike me, since I have a soaked-through robe to at least cover myself, he grew straight out of his pants. “I’ll need to build my own lodgings, but with my new size and likely strength; I don’t think that will be an issue.” Our stomachs grumbled, and he laughed. “Though food and water might be.”

“Sorry, I can’t feed you, it’s what did this to you in the first place.” ‘Why the hell is my milk so powerful anyway? Will it turn everyone who drinks it into a 15 or so foot amazonian?’ My musing was broken by him putting a hand on my thigh, and making me shiver.

“There are OTHER places the body produces proteins and nutrients from.” He grinned mischievously, and I had to flush. Was he suggesting...what I think he is? But we already tore off the roof-and he’s on his knees...I...he’s nearing me. I moan as his snout reaches my hotbox, and I put my hands to his head, panting lightly as his tongue went to work and I played with his chocolate brown mane.

“A-are you serious?” I never considered being eaten out, then again I never considered any of this before! But oh is it good. He knows just how to-.

‘Hey. Get moving.’

‘The fuck? No! I’m enjoying-.’

‘Get moving or else. You’ve spent too long here. Continue your journey.’

‘Fuck you! I’m getting fucked and-!’ I suddenly shuddered, my eyes widening in agony and my silver blood suddenly started leaking from my nose, dripping down my snout and onto my lover, burning him so bad with it’s molten heat that he shouted and yanked away from me. ‘No...d-don’t stop….’

‘Move. Now!’

I silently screamed as I coughed wetly, more of the silver mercury-like blood flecking out over my hands, turning them metallic silver in spots, and I looked apologetically down at my confused and worried new lover. “S-sorry...I have to go….” I quickly flapped my wings, crying as I took north. ‘Bastard...whoever you are, you just made me cut and run like a total whore! He helped me, and I destroyed his house!’

I got nothing in response, but I snorted out some of the hardening metallic blood, and and flew over the mountains, away from the mining town of Las Pegasus, the more distance I put between me and it, the more ashamed I felt, but the pain was fading. The stench of our sexual juices clung to me, especially my soaked robe, and only got stronger as it dried. I’d need to seriously find a place to bathe soon, and wash my robe too.

When the pain finally faded, I dove down into the sparse tree-line of a beginning of a grassy plain with woods in the distance, and collapsed into a disgusting heap of self-loathing and confusion. What’s happening to me? Why did I have to leave? Why did staying hurt? ‘Recall? Recall! What the fuck was that?!’

‘What was what champ? Where are we? Where’s that sexy stud we were banging all morning?’

‘You mean you don’t remember?! This is...something...I don’t know!’ I coughed, and hacked until some of my hardened metal blood fell to the dry grass. ‘Something forced me to leave! Said I stayed too long! I was only there a night! How is that too long?!’ I groaned as my stomach roared at me, and I sniffled as I lifted a breast to my lips, suckling to sate my hunger. ‘What is happening to me? I can’t even tell anymore.’

‘Move. There’s nothing interesting here.’

My eyes widened, and I quickly stood and began walking, drinking as I went. ‘There! You hear it?!’ Recall didn’t respond. ‘Recall?!’

‘W-what? What’s going on? I suddenly blanked out.’

Oh no. That meant whatever it is, it’s using Recall as a medium! But I need Recall, or I’ll forget who I am!

‘Hey, calm down buddy. Just tell me what’s going on and we’ll figure this out.’

‘Recall, I think something’s forcing me to travel.’

‘Well, that kinda explains why we’re not in Las Pegasus anymore. But I still don’t understand it.’

‘Hell, neither do I. Maybe it’s some bullshit about being the Traveller. All I know is that it won’t let me stay put for too long, even when I want to.’

‘Well, let’s not dwell on it, shall we? Let’s just do as it says for now and keep moving.’

‘Well, I would, but where the hell are we? I don’t even know where I’m going at this point, and I’d prefer to go back and keep screwing Gumus’ brains out in apology rather than just keep going.’

‘Well… According to Avarice’s memory, this is Whitetail Wood...’

‘What is it, Reca-’

‘Go forward.’

‘You, again! What the hell are you doing with Recall?!’

‘I said, MOVE FORWARD.’

I felt a gush of my metallic blood burst from my nose, causing me extreme pain, especially as the molten hot fluid dropped onto my breasts, causing me to stop drinking.

‘Fine! Fine! I’m moving! Just cut it out.’

[Current Time]

“So you had to keep moving, or your body would start hurting you?” Athena asked in concern, much bigger than she originally was, I’d have to get on that once my story was told.

“Yes. It was awful. I couldn’t really get a handle on it for some time. It was my Wanderlust, given influence rather than a constant nag at the back of my mind. Anyhow….”

Dear...Gog...what happened here? I had stumbled across what was clearly a decimated battlefield in a large clearing of the massive forest that was the Whitetail Woods. Ponies, griffons, minotaurs, horses; their bodies torn to pieces, throats sliced, filled with bullet-holes and burned to crisps, some were bifurcated, decapitated, some even clearly partially eaten.

What’s worse; they were all from the same faction from their armor and weaponry, something killed ALL of them. Although I could tell they were Die Leucht considering their equipment adorned with their symbol of a spiral within a hexagon, it was still a horrifying sight.

‘Avarice and Mistress Change….’

They did this? My Gog, I can’t...I could never see MC doing this. Avarice, sure, but...to hate someone or something so much, to kill this many like a wrathful force of nature. I had no clue either of them had that much darkness in them.

I moved into the blood-soaked field, the stench of rot, burned bodies, and the tang of iron in the air overpowered the smells of me and Gumus coming from my toga. Only the damaged stuff was left...Avarice must’ve looted them all. Seeing some broken shotguns, I guess I know where she got all of those from when she attacked me as a blob-thing.

‘To the center….’

While still unsettling, this time I followed the urge willingly. If it was channeling through Recall, it must want me to see something. I followed the direction, and...oh gog.

‘This is where...I died...for the first time….’ The 14-foot corpse of a mutant anthro alicorn was far too familiar to me. He’d been run through with several orichalcum swords, pinned to the ground, his face frozen in a vicious sneer of victory as his purple Plaga blood had corrupted everything around him into twisted and malformed shapes. But what was most important was his left arm was held up, what he’d died looking at and his body seized into holding even after death.

A head, specifically the gray head of a gray unicorn stallion with gray hair and his milky eyes were once gray too. Even his blood was gray, but considering how familiar it seemed, he must’ve had my blood in him...my old blood anyhow. ‘What could the bastard have done to Avarice to make him relish his death so much, he didn’t care if he died?’

‘Muted Gray. The Gray Stallion. Obyri, or he was before with my last moments of my first life; I ripped his head from his shoulders. He led Equestria’s branch of Die Leucht. He’s the fuck who imprisoned, and enslaved me!’ Recall screamed, and tears dumped from my eyes, but they weren’t my tears. ‘You fuck! How is it?! That cold, dark, NOTHINGNESS of death?! TELL ME!’

‘Recall… He can’t hear you. He’s long gone.’ I honestly felt bad for the voice in my head. Even if I couldn’t sympathize with the reasons for it, I now felt horrible for shrugging off Avarice when he just casually mentioned he’d been enslaved.... And then trying to replace him...but wait, I just noticed something. “Where’s the body?” I looked around Avarice’s first corpse, and saw no body to go with the head.

‘I’m cursed. Specifically, you know how some gods cannot die? Ever? Whosoever kills me, whether they themselves are dead or not; I instantly take their body for my own. Whether or not I want to. …. Please...please head northwest. I...I need to see something.’

‘What exactly is it that you want to see, Recall?’ I asked the spirit stuck with me, just kinda blindly following his directions, but not bothering to check which way was northwest.

‘If I tell you, you won’t go...please just...please….’

‘No, I want to know.’ I stopped by a random tree in the battlefield. ‘I won’t go anywhere if you won’t tell me.’

‘Wrong way. Get out your compass, and move.’

‘Oh hey! It’s the annoying voice that likes to make my nose bleed fucking metal! Hey buddy, I was talking to someone. Let me finish that conversation first, then I’ll get moving, capisce?’ The response was for my gut to wrench, and I bent over before I vomited suddenly, weak-kneed and trying not to fall into my mess, or the mess of the battlefield. My milk laced with my bile instantly started causing changes like Avarice’s Plaga blood, but much more fantastically magical in nature.

‘I said. Move.’

‘Abuse me as much as you want. I want to finish my conversation first. I have a right to know.’ I cried out in pain, my left index finger breaking as it bent unnaturally backwards toward my hand.

‘You. Will. Move.’

“STOP! STOP! OKAY! JUST STOP!” I cried as the invisible force breaking my finger stopped, and I whimpered as I grabbed it, and yanked it back into place with a shout of pain, quickly grabbing a breast with my right hand and drinking, watching my finger’s swelling drop from my milk’s healing properties, and I sniffled before I put my tit back in my toga, trying not to throw up. This, this...Wanderlust, was just cruel, and evil….

I took out my compass, and turned until I was facing northwest. I walked through the gory battlefield until I reached what seemed to be a trio of large boulders, conspicuously clustered together, and the center one had the Die Leucht emblem engraved on it. Between the three boulders, was a huge hatch that was ripped open, and off to the side I saw a panel of fake turf similar enough to the grass of the area, to guess that it once hid the hatch. Thankfully it was easily big enough for me to climb down without any problems. Well, aside from my tits bumping into the rungs of the ladder.

After what felt like a couple stories, I finally reached bottom, and sighed as I turned around, and was then assailed with the rotting stench of death above, only it was fetid, and concentrated without anywhere to go. ‘Ugh, if I didn’t already throw up I’d do it now.’ I moved into the dark and trashed interior. It seems after resurrecting, Avarice wasn’t quite done with his vengeance, all the furniture was wrecked, all the equipment was broken, the decorations burned.

As I went deeper, and explored the place, finding nothing of worth since Avarice was thorough in his property destruction, the stench got even worse if that was possible. Eventually, the floors were getting grimy, wet, and the stench of a familiar tint of milk and female sexual excretions was mixed with the horrid, fetid rank of death.

‘Sh-she’s...she’s just ahead….’

‘Who?’ I asked, before entering a pair of shredded-open thick wood doors. “What...the...fuck?” Towering over even ME, was what I could only describe as an eldritch abomination made of boobs and tentacles. Okay, she wasn’t that bad but still, fucking creepy! She was about 20 feet high, even dead and her torso bent over, what wasn’t made of leathery black flesh was covered in dark gray fur, and her long purple hair was in snarls. Each breast was still swollen with milk, dripping from her ridiculously engorged nipples, and her eyes were completely white. There was no sign of what killed her, or how she died. In fact, she would still seem alive were it not for her unnatural stillness. “Who was she?”

‘...Sharp….’

“Holy shit….” This explains a bit, why Sharp was so standoffish, and about broke down when her torment was belittled by Crescent. Die Leucht did this to her I’m guessing, considering Avarice said she raped him for foals...dear Gog, that’s what happened. She said she was a Broodmother. They turned her into this thing to endlessly give birth to super-soldier BOWs. ‘Are you okay Recall?’

‘We’d just Recalled her, brought her into us just before you summoned us. She was something new, our body turned femme in response, but it also overcompensated and sent us into heat because for months she’d been nothing but a constant baby factory for their sick, twisted, mutated mockeries of what would’ve been our foals! It was also why we asked you...we needed to let her experience a slightly more normal pregnancy. We couldn’t...we couldn’t ignore….’

‘Buddy, it’s okay. It’s fine.’ I walked up to the dead abomination that was once a mare, and put a hand on it. ‘And the good thing is, this body is dead now, and Sharp, herself, is-’ Suddenly, one of the tentacles whipped out and wrapped around my wrist!

An inhuman and wet, bloody voice screamed as the limp torso atop the body bolted down and grabbed my shoulders with her hands. She hissed loudly in a way that vaguely sounded like “mother” and my brain felt on fire, Recall screamed in agony as I punched the undead abomination in the face, jerking myself free before other tentacles tried to grab me.

‘Uh, Recall?! The fuck?!’

‘I-it’s alive! The body’s alive, the stench must just be from the filth in here! The Plaga has taken over her soulless body, and now it wants me since I’m also essentially a soul clone of Sharp!’

‘Yeah, I can kinda tell!’ I nearly dodged a tentacle only for the bitch to aim and squeeze one of her breasts, firing what may have been milk for her kind, but was acid when it touched me! “GAH! Okay, that’s how you wanna play, BITCH?! Let’s go!” I willed forth the Changeling Blade in Luna’s prefered form: Moondrip the deathscythe. I then charged the bitch, cutting a few of her tentacles, but not severing them. As I got directly in front of her, she picked me up and suspended me in the air, tentacles hanging all around me.

“Let me go you-ARGH!” It felt like my brain was trying to be sucked out a straw, and Recall was wailing murder into my ear. ‘I won’t let you take him!’ I jerked around until I felt something touch my inner thigh. “Oh FUCK no! You’re not-!” Everything went spots. I was gaping open-mouthed in a shock of agony and pleasure, something alien inside me, writhing, squirming, and I wailed as I tried to get free. ‘F-fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s in me! It’s in me! GROSS~!’ I grunted and panted as my vision returned, and I charged my horn before I used magic to shoot the bitch’s head off, dropping me to the floor and I hastily crawled out of her coils and yanked the one in my groin out before cutting it off.

“I-it just raped me! I...I need to bathe!” I rightfully whined, but my relief was short-lived, as the limp coils suddenly grabbed me again, and I panicked, trying to get free. “I just blasted your head off cunt! Stay dead!” I tried to blast her again, but a coil wrapped around my horn, and a piercing headache blinded me, before it began to writhe and pleasant tingles replaced pain. “Stop it! Let me-MMF!” One just shot into my mouth, I can’t breathe! It’s gagging my throat! OW! No! It’s trying to take Recall again! ‘N-no, no! no….’ My mind was going numb, I felt two others penetrate my groin and my rear this time too. I couldn’t think. Everything was fading….

“You weak bastard.” Came a foreign voice. “So pathetic. I guess I get to save your ass. Just don’t forget to thank me for the gift….”

I gasped through my nose as consciousness suddenly returned to me, all the pain and pleasure felt second-hand to the fact that I was awake. And this bitch was trying to take something from me! My cerulean eyes suddenly glowed pure white, and I bit down on the offending tentacle that dared enter my mouth, clamping the muscles of my vagina and my anus so tight, the tentacles couldn’t move. I was so angry. And this undead piece of SHIT dared defile me?! I am the Traveller! I am Doxuna! So if anyone’s getting fucked, it isn’t me!

I flexed my whole body, my amazonian body ripping the prehensile appendages apart, and I spat out the hunk of meat as I yanked the other two offending bits out of me. “You. Are beyond dead. So how about I just make you dead outright?!” I remembered one time when I slaughtered a legion of undead with my moonfire, let’s call it down on this cur! “I, Doxuna; herald the moon! It’s wrathe may not be as hot as the sun, but it is instead colder than the Frozen North! I bind thee to eternal cold! MOONFIRE!”

White light launched from my blade, Moondrip aimed true, striking the abomination in it’s center. It shrieked like the monster it was, and soon white flames engulfed it, flashing over until it was gone, and in the beast’s place was it, exactly as it was, frozen still, grayed out, as if all its Time was stolen, a rightful province of my moon.

‘As it should be. The wretch cannot harm anyone, anymore.’

‘Dox? What just happened?! I was separated from you for a second, almost got sucked into the thing.’

“Who is this Dox? I am Doxuna; Goddess of the Moon and protector of the realm. Speak spirit, what purpose have you?” I demanded, only to blink and put a hand to my head. “What just happened? I am not the goddess of the moon, Selune is...Luna is. What’s going on? I remember things I shouldn’t.” I moved a hand to my abdomen, blinking curiously. “Such as the sensation of being with foal, of labor and love. The trials of immortality, and guiding ponies through the night...protecting their very dreams even.”

‘Oh shit. Dox, er, Doxuna. I have very bad news for you.’

“What news could be worse than us being defiled by such a horrid creature?” I demanded as I wiped at my groin with my robe’s knee-length skirt, disgusted.

‘How about the fact that you’ve been forcibly fused with memories and Luna’s essence into a new personality?’

I blinked, disbelievingly, but also horribly aware that such had to have been true. “Come again?”

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! So, more help by GameJunkie, who you all got a link from in the last chapter.
Now, about the picture in this chapter: It's an M rated story. Plus, the freaking thing you click on TELLS YOU what's in it! Don't complain about it, or your comment WILL be deleted.

Anyways, yes. I left it as a cliffhanger, have fun with it. XD
So, goodnight everybody! This is Music Mod signing off!