(((((((((((((((((((((Breaking normal protocol of starting with Dialogue. THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. This chapter is heavily influenced by a fever dream I had. I couldn't for the life of me get the images out of my head, and thus I thought why not share it here! Pony on!)))))))))))))))))

"Glorious..."

Gorrz Fang peered out over the open field. The stench of a burning forest and flesh filling his nostrils, suckled down into armor clad chest and left again past his sharp canine filled mouth. Before the bear of a man sat the enemy. Hundreds, thousands, if not more. There dark armored figures like beasts of nature. Some hunched, others threw arms up and howled to the smoke blackened sky. The dark almost shapeless figures taunted under torn and ugly banners, behind the sea of an army lay the ruined landscape they had flaunted they're numbers over for nearly a year now. He had long sought to bring them to battle, and now they where here. Equestria would make its stand, today.

Rolling his bare, tattoo and scar worn right shoulder. The thick streaks of purple war paint catching his violet eyes. Around the Beta male stood his kin, his pack. The army. The royalty. Young and old. In orderly lines of battle. The military to the flanks, the center held by his family. Shifting what remained of his face, his left eye and jaw a mangle of scars, the huge berserker twirled his left most axe. It's twin, dangled with locks of hair, baby teeth and a well worn golden ring, he took care to shift it with all the strength the brute could muster, as to not disturb the family artifacts. Clad in little more then wolf and deer pelts, his powerful gut hung over a skull shaped belt, beneath the flesh that kept his mate warm at night lay layers upon layers of battle gained muscle. What remained of his mane was hidden beneath a solid, hand sewn purple as the midnight sky, cloth. A gift from his mate, whom he looked upon fondly, the massive bitch stood just to his right, her loud screamed roar in response to the taunts from the enemy across the field, causing him to give her a fang filled grin.

Aria Fang lowered her skyward call, her torn and sword cut lips curling in sheer hatred. Like a chained tiger, the killing machine hunched and strained against her want to kill and maim. But the presence of the three females behind her, the male to her side, her family and the rest of her pack, kept the whirl wind of muscle and fat, locked into place in the line of battle. Gone where the glory days of her long locks, she had suffered the hacking of one in a skirmish, its stubby entrail that remained appeared as if a child was growing out a pigtail. One remained of the hair her mate lusted to comb for her nightly, that was enough. What else was seen of the armor clad bitch could cause even the most stalwart of mocker at her hair style to cringe in terror and wet themselves. Unlike her mate, Aria was clad head to toe in pig leather leather. Her huge tits, life birthing hips, fat belly and the envy of every female save for a few, rear end was bound in the ugly brown leather and thick metal studs. She twirled in her left hand the end of a near twelve foot chain, strapped at its end sat a truely horrible sight. The ball could be the size of a mans head, if not for the six inch long spikes that jabbed out from it in a cruel manner. She twirled the morning star as if a childs toy, her eagerness for the fight again coming in a low howled roar towards the enemy.

The Mother, Mate and killer was joined in her call this time. By a trio of voices from three huge females. The three voices where as if the length of sung song. One deep and gravel, another low and brooding, the last a sheer harpies wail in the moon light. Daughters, the three girls of sin as many called them. But Daughters and pride of the mated Beta pair.

To her Mothers left stood a figure like something out of fantasy. Clad in a thick, and clearly to heavy for any mortal to comfortable wear black duster jacket. The grey skinned females vision was hidden beneath a huge black western style hat, a single glowing purple eye could be seen in the darkness of its shade. The female bore a belly round as if with young, but instead of girth and centered between her mothers blood given hip line. Suckled in by a simple button up brown vest, the plunge of exposed clevage clear in her breeding. Around her hips hung a oddly shaped belt in addition to the one that held up her trousers. In a flashed movement, the seven foot tall women snapped her coat back and twirled a metal device from its holster at her side. The revolver shinned in the torch lights around them, nestled for archers when battle came. Checking it for a moment and giving a fang filled grin, Melody Fang replaced her gun and turned back to the battle.

Along side her sister, a contrast of magnitude was found. Much like her father, this much shorter female was scantly clad. An errant bear pelt over one shoulder, a loin cloth that reeked of sweat and days of little to no cleaning. But it was the females posture that showed what the pitch black skinned women held. She stood on all fours, like a beast, her ragged dirty white and teal Mohawk cut mane stood nearly a foot from her scar and tattoo clad scalp. Rage Fang tore at the very earth she stood upon. Pawing like a dog and with saliva strings spinning and twirling, she nashed her long fangs at the foe. Like a primal beast, every muscle was budged and tensed, vine sized veins shoved over them, pulsing in adrenaline.

A steel gauntlet clad hand passed over the white and teal frill, the soothing gesture of the female, whom sat upon one knee was a common one among the triplets. Blood Fang smiled to her savage sibling, her soft purple lips pulling back as she blinked her violet eyes. When Rage looked at her, she soothed her sibling all the more with the gesture known to the family, a sharp bite at her face, not connecting but enough to know she should cool it...for now. Blood turned back to her gesture. The heavy clunk and chink of almost four hundred pounds of plate and chain mail rattled as the giantess returned to holding her two handed sword in both gauntlet clad paws. Thick black hair hung around her, like a sea, many wondered how the knight was ever able to stuff it into her coif let alone the wolf-dragon shaped helmet that sat at her side. The pommel of her blade held a solid purple gem of value past a dozen worlds fortunes. Yet she stroked it as if an old scar. Her eyes lifted and watched the foe between them, before jerking up right and lifting the man sized sword out in one powerful arm and along with her siblings and Mother allowed a bellowed roar of challenge to pass over the mile open field.

Aria and Gorrz grinned at one another, before turning to there left and looking upon the Alpha couple.

A hundred trumpets and horns blew out from the rear of the lines, the call of the royal Equestrian military. The song was more then for show of brass, but orders in lines of battle. Men and women of all ages and skill level, yet bond to this the last river that lay before Canterlot. Took the commands in stride. Men in arms mingled past Archers. Riflemen worked aiming spits, the clunk of a odd looking mechanical machine, which stood like a bulky man and towered over the troops, its arms fitted in heavy blades and powerful firearms, at its head sat its pilot, the machine soon joined by its steaming and clanking brethren. All moving to the line of battle. But at its center, stood "The Packs" as they had become known, Alpha's.

Adagio took a long, slow breath. Much like her Beta male, the stench of a dieing world washed over her. With a soft sigh, her exotic robes of silk and lean sleeves of mail and chain, washed over her motherly figure. Shifting a staff to the naked eye, from one lightly armored hand to the next, the Alpha Siren hummed slowly, dusting her now free hand over the long scale mail fashioned skirt that hung over her robes. Her ever glorous mane of orange curls, was free and held back by a exotic red steel with the number of 3 at its center tiara. Glancing to the long lean pole of polished opal in her hand, she turned her wrist lightly. And like the devilish backstabber she had always been known to be, from the tip burst nearly two feet of sharpened diamond, the gleam of the blade that could cut anything, caused her to let out a rather feral moan.

Hearing the call of her mate, Sunset stole a glance away from the massive enemy horde before them. Her teal eyes glancing back, an amused smirk washing her features. The two shared a long stare, then a mocking air kiss before the Alpha turned her attention back to the foe. With a heft of the entire left side of her body, Sunset lifted something that...well, it made no sense to call it a weapon, more like a piece of a statue. The weapon was..ugly. A blood red with a flat side that produced three golden spikes, the front a series of dragon fangs shoved into and melted via magic and science into the single largest weapon the world had know. Her sword a horror in itself, it's tender name of "Olga" enough to make grown men shit themselves in mention. But such a weapon was needed. As many of the pack, size mattered. Matehood magic as it had become known changed everything. Girth, muscle, size, power all grew with the passion in the relationship. If one was to look upon the Pack, they would see NO lack of love amongest the various couples. Standing over nine feet tall, with a body that could only be described as a Goddess come to Equestria, she even dwarfed the Queen Celestia, whom at the moment had her eyes locked upon the massive form of her Daughter from the rear ranks. Shifting in her simple chain mail, painted in the sharp reds, the low purples, and bright blues the pack held as its colors, her face a tri-slash of blood red, the war paint she bore marked her place as leader. Turning in her simple armor, she gave a light nod to her Mother whom looked upon her and her group with tribulation.

Stepping up next to her Sister, Sonata Dusk followed suit and took a long breath. Her eyes opened in feral slits, the overly tall female, as if a stalking tree in her movements raised a pair of twin "short blades" to her shoulders. A short blade for her long limbs perhaps, a grown man would struggle with carrying just one in both hands. The blades dulled a bit as they bit into her plate shoulder pads. Each spaulder engraved in the dark steel with a brazen Diamond, at its core her song note, and around it the number 3. If one might look upon each of the Pack they would see similar marks, but all bound together by the number 3. Inching up her helmet with the curved hand guards of one of her blades, she winked at Adagio, before letting the heavy Siren shaped mask fall back into place. Her ever present ponytail bouncing as its mistress worked up and down upon her armor boot clad feet, like a child waiting in line she was bored. It bounced in an odd fashion, perhaps it was due to the fifty pound weight wrapped in spikes and cruel curved dragons teeth on its end, as always Nata was one thing from the first glance, but far different when looked at again.

A trait the blue females mate and wife took to heart. Rarity Dusk slinked forward. Her movement was bent and hidden in the long wave of hood and cloak, a single strand of her perfect purple mane dipped down as she lifted the shadowing hood just enough to look out upon the field of battle. Her bare, cloth wrapped feet came to a stop next to her lover. Between the plate and nude of there feets, a single green drop of fluid dripped from beneath her long cloaks and robes. It touched the already burnt earth and immediately began to smoke. Sonata made a gesture to wave a hand over her nose as a low giggle came from beneath the hood. The smoke soon turned to bubbles of a putrid emerald. The earth itself caved and sunk in on itself, dieing all the more. The cause of such a horrible poison was clear as from beneath the folds of her garments, Rarity revealed herself. Her pixie like body, forever lean and thin save for a overly generous pair of bosom, was covered in belts and straps, holsters and pouches. A foot thick belt played over her boney hips. Within lay a half dozen cruel, curved and ugly daggers. Each reeking of the venom that now at the life of the earth. Black vein clad hands appeared, wrapped in soiled bandages. Rarity lifted her hood to show the spider like marks that ran her features, the black venom within running lines over her white flesh. Her eyes narrowed, and she licked her lips at the sight of the foe.

"Alllllllll-right!"

The Alpha bitch gave a mighty call as the last of what could be scraped together of the army got into line.

"You all recognize me...and if you don't, Gorrz over there has done a shit job talking me up at the local pubs!"

A nervous laugh ran the crowd, but was dwarfed at the rancid laughter that came from the Beta couple and there Daughters. Smirking Sunset rolled her eyes and took a moment to look the crowd over. The Pack did not stand alone with what remained of the Military. The Royal guard had come. She looked at each in turn, amusement but respect playing her features.

At the center of the guard, standing before the horse mounted (hehe!) form of the Queen. Stood Applejack. The huge female was clad head to toe in simple grey cotton. A holstered belt hugged her over developed hips, a long saber hung from one side, the firearm that sat on the other was currently being loaded by orange fingers. Hugged under one arm, the grey stetson she wore at its center a pair of crossed rifles, she carried the banner of Equestria. The mingle of Sun and moon. The Royal flag bearer stood proud as she twirled her gun once and holstered it before taken the banner in her bone crushing grip and stood at attention.

Next to her stood the stunted form of Rainbow Dash. The cocky Pegasus was heavily armored for one normally sky born. The bright element painted armor she wore oddly foreign. Wide shoulder pads. A plated skirt, a ribbon wrapped waist with a pair of long lean blades, a horned helmet that had an attached leather mask that the leader of the Rainbooms was locking into place. When finished she drew the longer of the twin blades and twirled it with such speed it appeared as if a humming birds wings before taken her place in line.

Stepping up next to the eastern armored filly hood friend, was another but much larger Pegasus. Fluttershy peeked out from beneath not only her mane but also a long low hat. It's thick black leather heavy hiding much of the normally timid females face. In fact most of her outfit, of all degrees in style black leather, seemed randomly stitched together. Everything hung from arm straps, from long cruel spike like pieces of metal and wood. Small vials of foggy liquid, small explosive devices. But it was what hung over her shoulder and from one hip that drew all attention. The sheer size of the cross bow, the bolts that dragged on the ground from the almost seven foot tall females waist, was horrifying. Few lived long to see the x-bow unslung and wings opened, but many whispered it had a span of almost three feet with a re-curve enough to knock down a wall. But as always humble, the pink maned killer lowered her gaze again from the battle to come, she toyed with a small rabbits foot in her large black gloved hands.

No such meekness was found in the last of the guard. Her bulbous pink body, like a rounded wrestlers coverd in solid bronze and glinted steel. Pinkie Pie carried no weapon, instead a round shield larger then a wagon wheel hung on her left arm. If one was to pass the heavily armored female they might think her a statue, for barely the glint of her joyful eyes could be made out, surely not a strand of her every curly hair. Her armor was oddly neutral, save for trio of balloons carved into the tops of her gauntlets, fronts of her boots, and across the entirety of the back of her hauberk. But it was the shield of the juggernaut like women that drew full attention. A passing man at arms bumped into her after loosing his footing, the near three hundred pound man shoulder slammed into the shield. He looked up in horror as not only did the shield not shift, it crushed his shoulder pad in like it was paper. Pinkie, with a loud chink, looked down at the man. The silence between them was deafening. Until a metallic giggle erupted and she waved down at the man who barely reached her chest in height.

From behind the guard stood the Queen. Celestia sat upon her white mare with nobility and pose. The long flow of her golden and pink cloak hanging back over the mounts flank. She adjusted her girth a bit, the pinch of her armor clearly not being resized since her latest pregnancy...that was her excuse and she was sticking with it! As elegant as the white pearls and sharp golds looked, she was only lightly clad. Instead her single eye glinted face was ment to be seen, not protected. She had others for that. A rapier sat at her fat hip, its handle curled up like a twirling Sun beam. With all the regal, nose in the air and power the darkly fleshed Goddess of the sun could, she nodded to her left.

Stridding up atop a true beast of a war horse. It's night black coat rippled with muscles and power. It was Applejacks familys finest Colt, simply known as "Pain". But its Mistress was known by far more terrifying names. Princess Luna, Captain of the Guard, the Night Slayer, she of the Black. Her titles went on. But all had been earned. Luna turned to her sibling, her bulky but form fitting midnight colored plate mail shifted. Clad in the family Tabard, the deep purples and blues mingled with the symbol of the royal house. In one hand a long lance was born, it's tip shaped like the curve of the moon itself, how many had been skewered atop this weapon, was of legend.

Walking up along side the captain, but on foot came Princess Twilight sparkle. Out of all the figure heads she was clad in the most odd of all garments. Her body was wrapped in a tight, form fitting, skin tight off purple jump suit. A belt with her Cutie mark on it sat at her wide hips. From her shoulders fluttered a matching cape, long gloves covered her hands, and a mask hiding her eyes and identity. Her hair was up and bore her cutie mark again and again in gems and steels. Shifting her arms to her sides Twilight rose from the earth a foot or two, but then hovered, as she kept herself afloat with an unseen power. In fact, everything about the youngest of the Royalty, said power. She may look a odd sight, but as if an unspoken sense, powers brewed within the hovering form of Twilight.

Last but only a fool would say least, came the Princess of Love and Leader of all the Crystal empire. Her figure, heavily femine, slight and women like unlike many of the other giants and power houses that strode among the army. Cadence came to stand between the floating Twilight and Celestia. Wearing little more then a simple robe of whites and yellow, she lifted one heavily ring clad hand, looked at it, then did the same with the other. A wicked grin washed the demure womens features. As both her hands suddenly burst into flames, her robe reacted by the heat and wild splash of oranges, reds and browns slashed across the elegant fabric. The fire burned brighter and hotter to all whom might look upon it. Soon it found her eyes and boiled from her very mouth as the Princess watched the foes before them.

Sunset turned from the Guard and returned to the foe between them. She hefted Olga from one shoulder to the next and glanced down at her perfect mate.

"Well I suppose we should get on with it, murr?"

Grinning and licking her lips, Adagio glanced up at her wife before twirling her spear/staff into an offensive position. Every member of the Pack took battle stance after Adagio. Blades drawn, feet parted, howls and crys for blood rang. But another noise soon broke over all others. Growing louder by the moment, and it was getting closer.

Sunset and Adagio gave each other a look, a glance over there shoulders, shared feral grins, and then both burst into a sprint towards the foe.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The scream like death itself came from the army, then through the Pack then from between the sprinting Alpha's, burst a yellow mass of fury.

Sunray Dazzle, a cruel ugly saber in one hand, the blade short and handle long, cut with the family mark of 3. Already it dripped in blood, her own. Long cuts had been made over the tops of her forearms, the immortal blood within already healing, but allowing the trail of spilled icor and path to be left behind her as she ran at the foe in a berserk rage. The first born of the Dazzle line, was truely a sight, with her Mother Sunset's size and power, and her Mom Adagio's beauty. The girl however, was nude from head to toe, if only the mass of yellow locks, tied back into heavy dreads, the red tails of nearly six feet and the hacked short bush like tuft of orange at the front of her brow did she keep any decency.

Snickering at they're Daughters antics, the Alpha pair let out a shared howl before the charge went on, the Pack nipping at there heels, the army close behind as all thought of tactics was forsaken. Glory or death, such was the way of the Pack of 3.

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Sunset burst awake, her massive body quivering and sweat dripping in buckets. Her wife sat next to her, awake as well, the paleness to her flesh a mocking tone as the two locked eyes. The dream had been shared, that was clear in either females features. With a grabbing of her mate, taken the flesh and heat of her tiny body deep into her, Sunset whispered and whimpered promises.

"No matter what...forever."

"Forever mlove.

"Adagio..."

"Yes love?"

".....You looked fucking hot in that armor!"

A low snort and pillow to the head was the only reward for the Alpha bitch that evening.

Author's Notes:

Whew ok, explanation time.

So I had this entire thing in dream format the other night. To the letter and well maybe I am just to close to the universe of these characters I have created, I don't know. Don't care, I had to share!

pony on!

oh, p.s...I couldnt really find the words to put to Sunset's weapon, so i got this link to what inspired it.
http://tofhhtdl.deviantart.com/art/Dreadlord-s-Blade-106173771