Shatterhail looked to the distance after the morning sun had awakened him and his mates. He had an nigh-permanent angry expression on his face as always, but, this time, it looked like he could kill with his hate. Ready to snap at the most minor infraction.

Barb and Ember were faring better. After taking a bath in a lava-pit nearby (leading to some frisky behavior, like Ember feeling up her mate's body and grinding against her tail), they had settled for some breakfast Shatterhail picked up. Still, they were a bit worried at what he was doing.

"Geez. He's been standing there for Faust knows how long." Barb said as she chewed on a few gems.

"Something troubles him. It's not often rocks float around something positive." Ember said. Indeed, the stones around the monster were floating and trembling violently.

"Should we...you know..." Barb put her index finger to her chin. "...talk to him about it? I know he's pretty much a super mime, but it's worth a shot."

"Allow me." Ember said before walking up to the creature. Already, she felt the power radiating off of him, unsettling her. She placed a comforting claw on his arm. "My warrior, what troubles you?"

The alien seemed to calm down, as he let out a sigh and allowed his power to go back to base mode. He knelt down and traced his finger on the ground.

"Oh, good. He can fingerpaint." Barb said, moving in. "Do you understand English?"

He didn't answer. He just continued to draw in the sand. His finger started to tremble as he finished his drawing. When the two dragonesses looked at what he finished, they got something of an idea as to why he was upset.

It depicted a crudely drawn version of him standing next to two smaller versions of he. They lacked the bony attributes and muscle that he had, yet they had the biggest smiles on their faces. He was hugging them with a jovial look on his face.

"So...you have a family?" Barb asked. "Where are they?"

Weakly, Shatterhail pointed to the sky, but then slammed his fist down to the Earth. Much more violently, he drew a scene of destruction. The landscape in flames, many dead creatures like him littering the ground, and himself getting blasted into the distance by a strange, bulbous figure. It looked like a circle with evil eyes ("Was that a hat?" Barb wondered), but, other than that, it didn't take Starswirl the Bearded to know what he was saying.

"You must have lost everything to...whatever that thing is." Ember remarked.

"Damn. Must have been something. I guess that explains the silence." Barb said.

The alien just sat down and sighed again.

Suddenly, he stood up and pointed to the distance. He was sensing something. Something evil. Something destructive. Something that laughed with a familiar voice.

Shatterhail held up his hands and flew to a nearby rock. Then, he let out a scream of unbridled fury that utterly destroyed a distant mountain range.

"Man. PTSD must have really gotten to him." Barb remarked.

"If only we knew where this...evil was. I'm having a feeling he came here searching for it." Ember observed the phenomenon in the sky. Indeed, a streak of light was heading to where Griffonstone was located. It was kind of like that secretive next-door neighbor to the Dragon Kingdom. Kept to itself and didn't start any fights. At least, with their kingdoms.

Shatterhail finished his destructive tantrum and scooped up the two.

"Um, okay. Couldn't we have time to unpack first?" Barb said, surprised at this turn of events.

"Listen, Shatterhail, we all know you're not mute, so when we get back to civilization, we're giving you a Rosetta Stone." Ember suggested.

"You guys have that here?" Barb raised an eyebrow.

"We're not savages, hon." The princess huffed.

To remedy this, Shatterhail tapped on a patch of ground and roots from beneath the Earth wrapped around the camping supplies. Through some kind of magic, it compressed into a thumbdrive-sized box that fit into Barb's pocket.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Barb asked. "No offense, but my suspension of disbelief is pretty much dead."

Before another word could be let out, Shatterhail zoomed into the sky with his mates. There was work to be done.

"F-f-FUCK! I'm about to...say my name! SAY MY NAME!"

"GRETA! GRETA!"

"Damn! Didn't know she had it in her! Smash that pussy, girl!"

"AAAAAAAH!"

Well, that's one way to introduce a scene. Perhaps a description is in order now that this scene is over.

Panting on the bed were two female griffons. 2 members of the prideful and slowly improving (in terms of attitude; not so much economically) half lion/half eagle race. The one slumped against the wall was a blue pegasus type Equestrian with rainbow hair and a fit frame.

This one's name was Rainbow Dash, the fastest speedster in all of Cloudsdale (yes, even better than the Wonderbolts due to the passage of time). To say she lived life in the fast-lane was an understatement. Not that it was undeserved. She helped save Equestria quite a few times, worked herself to death to increase her power, and looked out for all she considered an ally. The other two residents in this hotel were of no exception.

The taller Griffon was tough-looking and rugged, sporting a purple dash-mark on each eye. This was Gilda, the (almost) perfect description of a delinquent you'd find at high school. Normally, she was belligerent and spiteful, but, due to recent experiences, she was mellowing out.

One of those experiences was not limited to the reconciling between her and Rainbow Dash (an old friend of hers). The other was the bonding between her and the other griffon, Greta. She was much less tough-looking, but she made up for it by having a few more curves in her body. Unlike Gilda, she had a green stripe on each eye and her fur color (as opposes to Gilda's brown fur/white feather color scheme) was reddish. In personality, she was also tough, but a whole lot better in temperament.

Anyway, the three of them had just decided for a nice get-together in celebration of the anniversary of when Gilda and Dash first met. After a few days of having fun and chowing on scones (which was how Gilda and Greta first met, coincidentally), they decided to have a bit of...fun. It was no mystery that Dash was a nympho and that Gilda preferred girls, but it was Greta who revealed the biggest surprise.

Namely, she could be a real bitch when she had you in the sack. Dominance was her thing and Gilda, at first uncomfortable with this, settled with that. Turns out, the sex involving a few toys Dash brought was worth it. Dash was content to masturbate to the whole thing, though she did force Gilda to lick her pussy a few times.

All in all, nice way to start the day for these guys.

"Whew. You're gonna fuck me to death one of these days, you know that?" Gilda smirked.

"I aim to please." Greta shrugged. "Shame it hurt a little. I didn't expect your ass to be so tight."

"Well, live and learn." Gilda placed a hand on her mate's shoulder before they rubbed their beaks together. "Next time, you don't mind if I have a go with that?"

"I dunno. I've kinda grown attached to it." Greta rubbed the back of her head.

"Aw, you're not gonna relapse into that whole 'friendship is useless' thing, right?" Dash commented. "Remember. Sharing is caring." She licked her lips at that. "And there's plenty to share tonight."

"And to think I've forgotten how much of a fucking beast you can be, Dash." Gilda growled with a smirk. "Alright. My grandpa said he wanted to spend some time with us. Basically, fun's over for a while." She put on her tee and some ripped jeans as she said that last bit.

"I'm kinda surprised he took our relationship well." Greta remarked as she put on her wool sweater and silk sweats. "He must remember the triad mating ritual."

"Triad what now?" Dash asked as she put her sports top and pants on. "I'm not willing to get extorted by Grandpa Greedy, so you mind telling me what that means?"

"4 words." Gilda said before stuffing a scone in her mouth. "2 girls, 1 guy. We rule the roost, while the man does the dirty work. I bet you Grandpa's waiting for us to find some lunkhead to send us into holy matrimony or something like that."

"Yeah, marriage is a bit far from here." Greta agreed. "Maybe in a year or two we'll tie the knot."

"Before you throw your lives away, let's just take Gruff to the bowling alley. He'll remember his day as a champ and we'll just back away." Dash suggested. "Worst case scenario, he returns with a jillion stories to tell about when he was world champ. Maybe jostle some bowling shoes in our faces to prove his point."

"We didn't have bowling back then. Or shoes. Not that we ever NEED shoes." Greta said, confused.

"Exactly." Gilda and Dash answered.

The sprout emerged on the rocky outcropping. Whatever was in there giggled. It sensed a dark energy from beneath the terrain and it giggled even more. "Well, well, well...I always wanted to say that. Anyway, I know what some disembodied viewer is thinking..."

The sprout moved into a dark chasm, deeper than any chasm known to ponykind. "I bet they think that King Guto and his kingdom were ruined by the arrival of Arimaspi. Well, just wait until they realize what that creature's true ultimate form is! Get ready for the GAMMA SMOOZE, you Alfred Hitchcock-SUCKERS!"

With that, a stirring rumbled through the ground. Through that voice, the mysterious creature awakened. This, obviously, was NOT good. And speaking of ill luck...

Two griffon sisters covered their ears with all their might as the elder scrooge known as Gruff continued to blather on and on about his past glories. One of them was a grey furred/snow white feathered one with grey eye-marks, the other was a grey furred/black feathered one with the same eye patterns. Both of them were attractive, yet reasonably fit. And annoyed. Very annoyed.

"Natalya, you mind shutting this crone up before he sings that stupid anthem he pulled out of his ass!?" The black one asked the white one.

"Sure wish I could, Giselle, but I just don't have the heart to." Her sister replied. "He's just a senile old Griffin. No harm done."

"Yeah, well my EARS are pretty hurt right now." Giselle emphasized. "I won't be surprised if the glass starts to shatter."

"Say, speaking of odd noises, do you hear something...off?" Natalya rubbed her chin.

"What's that?"

"Like a sloshing sound. You know? Like that Gak stuff they keep peddling."

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Giselle sighed. "We lost 74 ponies and 5 griffins during that disaster. Bow your heads in respect."

A stock sad violin accompanied the scene as the entire Griffin populace did just that. It ended as soon as it began.

"Now, if you gals excuse me, before I tell you the story of how I got laid last year, let me show these whipper snappers what a REAL pro can do!" Gruff cracked his fingers as he attempted to lift a ball.

"That's it. I'm gonna kill him." Giselle cracked her neck as she readied herself to pounce.

"Giselle, remember your blood pressure." Natalya advised.

Suddenly, the gooey sound got louder. It seemed to be coming from one of the lanes. An tremor was starting to be felt by all.

"Eh? Must be my meds. I knew never to trust bargain-sale doctors." Gruff dismissed the noise.

"You ever get that gut feeling that you should be ready to run. Like right now?" Natalya asked her sister.

"Never. I've raced through enough eel-infested quarrys to worry about that." Giselle said proudly.

"I dunno. Counting our blessing here, but we don't get many earthquakes." The white griffoness said with a cautious expression on her face.

"I don't care! Bring it on! I'll show you who's king of the lane!" Gruff shouted.

SMASH!

A mass of black rubbery sludge erupted from the lane before slamming down on the lane next to it. It was increasing in mass and growing longer and taller by the second.

"Well, how about that?" Giselle stared at the mass. "Almost like the Gak incident."

"The old man just jinxed everything." Natalya's irises shrunk at the grotesque sight.

"Aw, fiddlesticks." Gruff sighed before the mass charged at him. He was engulfed before he could let another word out. The other griffons watched with fascination and horror as he floated in the mass. Something was happening to him, however. Something that was causing him extreme pain.

His skin was being coated with a layer of latex rubber. So tight and smooth, that it left nothing to the imagination when it covered his junk (thankfully, everyone averted their eyes when his pants were disintegrated by the mass). He struggled as much as his old bones could allow before his head was sealed by the latex. He was then spat out.

He actually looked like a young griffon again, but at the cost of something that didn't cause him to fly into a panic. He tried to tear the stuff off of him, but his movements grew slower and slower. His hands morphed into clamps as he stood up, a slave to whatever this mass was.

He turned to the other griffons and charged at the crowed. The mass followed.

"That's it! We're outta here!" Giselle shouted.

"I second that!" Her sister replied before several darts sprang from the mass. For some reason, they all cut into every griffon's wings, crippling their ability to fly. "AUGH!" Natalya screamed.

"FUCK!" Giselle shouted as he fell down to the ground hard. She looked at the incoming mass, grabbed her sister, and smashed a hole in the wooden wall. "Cheap-ass materials. Guess they have a place in life."

With that, the sisters were on the run like so many others. This mass was taking in the males and turning them into whatever Gruff was turned into. An army of latex zombies was forming.

The females...well, they seemed to literally sink into the ground when a latex zombie or the mass so much as touched them. Wherever they were going, nopony could say.

Shatterhail landed with his mates at the very bottom of the gorge. Even he didn't seem to know where he got himself, as he looked around curiously at the area.

"Aw, Tartarus no...THIS area?!" Barb face-palmed. "Of all places..."

"So, what should I expect here, Barb?" Ember asked. "So far, all I'm getting is that he landed us in a chasm for some reason."

"Well, we're safe as long as we don't fly up above." Barb pointed to the cliff-faces. "In there are the Quarry Eels. Pretty nasty creatures with a taste for flesh, especially with anything that gets too close to their nests."

"And we're here because?" Ember raised an eyebrow.

Shatterhail just remained silent as he took in that last piece of information. Something must have clicked in his mind, as he suddenly rose up to one hole in the right cliff-face.

"Maybe whatever he's looking for is in one of those holes." Barb guessed. "It's as good an answer as we've got with a guy like him."

"I personally would like to know what one of these creatures looks like." Ember said. "Sounds interesting."

Indeed, one particularly nasty looking Quarry Eel emerged from the hole and roared at the floating alien. Burgundy in color and snaggle-toothed like its brethren, it was a sight to behold. Shatterhail just tilted his head and nodded. The monster lunged for him, but he just teleported to where his snout was.

"Here it comes. The weird finger thing." Ember observed.

"The Deus Ex Machina poke. Yeah. We're calling it that now." Barb joked.

Indeed, that's what happened. Suddenly, the beast writhed in agony. His skin was bubbling up. His body was starting to glow bright white. In his pain, he fell from his hole, slamming onto the hard ground below. Dust filled the area from the impact as Shatterhail landed.

"Dumb question, but what's gonna happen now?" Barb asked.

"How is that a dumb question?" Ember asked.

"Because all I get is..." Barb made a face that looked stone-cold. A perfect description of Shatterhail's expression.

The bright white light faded. The Eel had stopped roaring in pain. The alien moved in a bit closer. He examined the rubble. Instead of a long serpentine figure being covered, it seemed the rocks were covering a massive creature smaller than the beast, but taller and no less frightening.

Indeed, something let out an even MORE metallic roar and burst out of the rubble with a purple energy pulse. The newly made beast stood up and roared to the heavens in defiance.

This creature didn't even look like it began life as a Quarry Eel. It was a large heavyset dinosaur-like robotic monster with an ugly rusty color scheme. He was muscular as well, but in a way that would make many people call him fat. He had a flat tail ending in a club and two spines on each side of it. His back was lined with hoop-like spines and his kneecaps had 3 sharper and smaller spikes on each one. His leather-looking chest had orange plates lining vertically. His left arm looked like 3 elongated claws and a smaller thumb. His right arm ended in a robotic clamp-hand. His head resembled a dragon with evil orange eyes and long ibex-like horns. His mouth was lined with sharp teeth, though he had two of them sticking out of the upper jaw like buck-teeth.

"It's alive! It's ALIVE!" Barb shouted before getting a weird look from Ember. "What? I've always wanted to do that."

"Hrnn..." The beast growled before looking at Shatterhail, who was only a foot smaller than the lumbering bionic monstrosity. "Y...y...you...gave...me...this?" He spoke in a reverbing and raspy tone.

Shatterhail nodded. The monster examined himself. "Power...like I've never known..." He looked at his legs and arms. "Feelings...never experienced before..." He looked to the sky. "Knowledge...flooding my head...this is AMAZING!"

"I see. He made us a new ally." Ember smirked. "We should get him to use this power more often."

"I dunno. You might wanna see what else is happening." Barb pointed to Shatterhail's hand.

The finger just fell off. The alien gave a yelp before grasping his injured hand, hopping about in pain all the while.

"Well, you're certainly in no condition to do anything." The monster remarked before looking to the sky again. "I am feeling a familiar instinct...to seek prey! But, at the same time...I feel like I should...help others. To help? To save? To avenge? Is that my purpose? I guess it is. I just hope I get a challenge out of it." He turned to the dragons. "What are you two staring at?"

"Well...we don't know where to begin." Barb shrugged as Ember looked at Shatterhail's wound. "Apparently, there's something going on in this land and our friend here knows. He just...doesn't talk, though."

"Isn't that a pity?" The machine-monster scoffed. "Well, I hope he stops clamming up long enough to tell us. I'm itching for a fight! And some justice. That urge is still there."

Instantly, Shatterhail forgot his pain (or just winced time and again from it) and pointed to the area where Griffonstone resided. That evil presence was growing stronger.

"There? Well, then. I say look out, world! Here comes..." The beast grasped his chin. "Huh. What should I call myself? I never needed a...name before. Time to start."

"I already named the big guy." Barb said to Ember. "You pick one out now."

"Hmm..." The blue dragoness pursed her snout. "Off the top of my head...how about...Baal?"

"Reason?"

"Well, a legend describes a mighty creature that brought doom upon all when it was first born. Really, I'm not into the naming department, so I'm grasping at straws, here." Ember shrugged.

"You're in luck, girl." The creature let out another roar. "I am Baal! The bringer of destruction! Hear my voice, world! I am coming for all that would stand in my way and of...goodness! Right?! Right."

He was suddenly grabbed by the tail by Shatterhail's own tail as he prepared to take the newly formed creature and the dragons to the kingdom to handle whatever was taking place there.

"Wait! I wasn't finished with my monoloOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGUE!!!" And with that, Baal was interrupted and they were speeding through the sky.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Rainbow Dash screamed as the Gamma Smooze wreaked havoc upon the downtrodden kingdom.

"Since when did my life turn into a retelling of 'The Blob'?!" Gilda yelled as she avoided a charging infected.

"Süße Gnade..." Greta said in Griffonese. She was watching a male fruitlessly try to drag his friend away from the mass engulfing him and turning him into a latex zombie. He would follow suite when another zombie pounced on him and rubbed himself all over the hapless one.

"And our wings just HAD to get crippled. Plus we can't actually hit them. Just brilliant!" Dash complained as she chucked a large piece of wood at an advancing horde of zombies.

"Whatever! We're getting out of here! Never liked this place anyway." Gilda said before a talon grabbed her leg. She turned and saw it was a blue-sweater and glasses wearing griffon teenage female desperately trying to not sink into a puddle of the latex. The tough griffoness recognized this as Gretchen, one of the Griffonstone Volleyball players.

"Please! HELP! I don't know what's in there! I don't wanna die!" Gretchen screamed as she was dragged into the unknown.

"Hold on tight, kid! I'm getting you outta there!" Gilda grabbed her talon and attempted to pull her out. Even with all her training, it seemed useless.

"Sweet Celestia, who caused this?!" Dash yelled as the Gamma Smooze smashed its way through the local brothel, adding more to the list of victims.

"Gilda! Let me lend a hand!" Greta held onto her mate's waist, earning a blush from Gilda, and pulled. It seemed like this would do the trick.

Suddenly, darts of latex shot out, hitting Gretchen in many areas, causing her to sink into the latex all the more faster. For safety's sake, Gilda was forced to let go. She watched in shock as the innocent sank into the muck.

"She's gone, Gilda! We gotta go!" Greta grabbed her mate's talon as a tendril of latex missed them by an inch.

"This is a fucking nightmare, I tell you!" Gilda shouted, angered at her failure and the mass. "If this doesn't get Celestia's attention, I don't know what will!"

"Keep running!" Dash said. "It's not like things can get any worse!"

"Dash, you might jinx the whole thing!" Greta shouted.

Sure enough, a legion of latex zombies converged onto the fleeing trio.

"What is it with Griffons and jinxing?" Dash sighed, ready to go down with a fight.

"Blame King Grover. Had to do something wrong in his career after all." Gilda gritted her teeth, also ready to fight her way out of this.

Meanwhile on a nearby cliff..

The alien, the dragons, and the transformed Quarry Eel landed, but Shatterhail knelt down, grasping his hand in pain.

"Spinning...everything spinning." Baal said, sick to his stomach, grasped his chest as he stumbled.

"You'll get used to it." Ember said. "It's basically first class compared to that chariot ride I went on."

"Twilight said she was sorry!" Barb remarked, remembering that incident before looking at the dreadful scene before them. "Alright. I'm stumped. What's a pitch-black gigantic version of the Smooze doing here?"

"Equestria houses many perils. This must be one of the more obscure ones." Ember said. "I was never a fan of Griffonstone, but...look upon those people."

Shatterhail hung his head, sad that he was unable to help them. The pain in his hand was too intense for him to focus any real good attacks. That, and he noticed what happened to males/females who entered there.

Baal looked upon the mess. "You know what? Who says we have to spectate?! I am no longer a cave dweller! I am a warrior! I'm going in! Renegade for life!" With that, he jumped from the cliff, ready to tackle this problem.

"I think Shatterhail forgot to give him a brain." Ember remarked.

"At least he gave him courage." Barb shrugged. "Not so sure about the heart, yet."

"A shame we can't rescue the civilians." Ember sighed. "We need to find a solution. FAST."

"I have a great idea. We'll find Twilight. I bet she'll be able to find a cure!" Barb said. Shatterhail got the memo and wrapped his hands around them. "To the Crystal Kingdom! She said she'd be there!"

"What about Baal?" Ember asked. "I'd suggest leaving a note. Got one of your scrolls, Barb?"

To answer her question, Barb spat out a random scroll and hastily scrawled their message onto it. Like a javelin, Shatterhail threw it at the robotic avenger. After that, they teleported away.

Baal landed with an audible smash. A house was destroyed under his body, but that didn't bother him. He walked through the panicking crowd, watching as they were falling from the sky and sinking into the mass to be converted/captured. He let out another metallic roar in defiance. Several tendrills turned to him.

"Go on. Do your worst." Baal boasted. "You stand before the might of a true-OW!" He grapsed his head after the message hit him square on the cranium. "Hold on." He opened the scroll and read the contents. "So, they decided to let me handle this by my own due to my inorganic nature and ability to stop this? When it rains it pours, FINE BY ME!"

He looked at a nearby house during his rant and something caught his attention. On the roof was a panicking teenage mail-griffoness. She was much less fit than the older ones shown, but she seemed more aerodynamic, showcasing a thin and slender body, as well as a longer tail. She was light grey and she didn't have any eye markings at all. Her head was a bit rounder than most and 3 feathers acted as a very small makeshift ponytail.

Oh, and she was getting menaced by the Gamma Smooze. Yikes. Currently, she was writing a letter to herself as her fate became apparent to her.

"My fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders..." She began out-loud as a few tears welled up in her eyes. "I just wanted to say it has been an honor to have had my confidence in myself boosted by you 3, but I'm afraid, if you find this letter, it means I'm..." She couldn't finish that sentence, as the goop was getting a bit too close. She curled in a fetal position. "Love you guys, Gabby." She finished.

"Oh, hell to the no!" Baal shouted as he dodged an incoming tendril. He then smashed his way through a horde of latex zombies. "Here I come to save the DAAAAAAY!" He paused for a moment. "Dear Unicron, that sounded better in my head."

Eventually, he came to the house. Gabby was brought out of her position by the arrival of the mysterious monster. She gasped as she looked upon Baal's terrifying face.

"I know, I know. I look scary." The former Quarry Eel sighed. "But please! Hop on!" He held out his clamp-hand. "Trust me. I'll be gentle!"

Not having much of a choice, she jumped for dear life, her wings fruitlessly trying to flap away. Thankfully, he managed to catch her.

"That better?" He asked. All she did was look down on his feet, which were submerged in the latex. "Oh, that? I don't feel a thing. I'm not organic anymore. Long story. Where to now?"

"A-a-anywhere but here!" Gabby said.

"Fear not. I'm going to put this monstrosity into the ground!" Baal shouted. Suddenly, he caught a glance at a fridge getting thrown at an incoming horde of latex zombies. "Huh. Who did that?"

"That would be them." Gabby pointed to the Griffon sisters. Giselle and Natalya were doing everything they could to get out of the chaos, throwing every heavy object they could at the monsters.

"Such power...such finesse..." Baal stared at the sight, gasping a bit when Natalya literally kicked a wooden post through 3 zombies. "Is this what attraction feels like? That black one also looks familiar..."

"Hey, sis! Who's the weirdo staring at us?" Natalya asked her sister. They turned to the beast.

"You! The black one! You resemble that kid that kept passing through my quarry." Baal exclaimed as he whacked a random zombie's head off with his other arm. "I was but a hatchling when you did that."

"O...kay. All I remember were Quarry Eels. Not you." Giselle said. "You look like some cheap sentai monster."

"Excuse me?!" Baal roared. "How dare you! Wait. How do you know that sentai is?"

"No reason!" The griffoness crossed her arms with a huff and a bit of a blush.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, really." Gabby said. "I kinda like that stuff."

"Ack! Sis!" Natalya screamed as a latex zombie tackled her. Already, it was melting down on her, forming a puddle to make her sink to whatever realm they came from.

"No! I'm not losing you!" Giselle grabbed her talon to free her to no avail.

"Stand back!" Baal stepped forward. His eyes glowed purple before he let out a bright milky purple beam of energy that spread across the latex, causing it to burn away while it screamed in agony. A male griffon was left lying on the floor, panting for dear life. Natayla regained her balance and brushed the burnt bits off. "Huh. Apparently I can do that." The mechanical beast rubbed his head.

"Just for that, you just got yourself some help!" Giselle said. "We're busting out of here! Or, better yet, you mind putting a stop to this clusterfuck?"

"Consider this abomination sent back to the stone age!" Baal opened up his mouth again...and only a pathetic puff of purple smoke. "...What the actual hell? I'm sensing my power...NOT ENOUGH POWER?! WHERE DO I...nevermind. Let's just split."

The mass, at this point, had almost enveloped the entire town. It was even hardening a bit. Soon, the only thing left of the kingdom would be a black rock. And speaking of things that are hard...

Dash and her entourage threw as many things as they could at the advancing horde. They included rocks, fruit stands, a roof, and several layers of bricks. Even some scones that were way past their expiration date were utilized.

"Shit! They just keep coming!" GIlda said. "What I wouldn't give to punch them in the face?!"

"We're pretty much too late! The exit's been cut off!" Greta pointed at the distance, which was being sealed off by a hardened Smooze tsunami. "And things were bad enough here!"

"I'm not that into miracles, but I'm just about holding out for one." Dash said, panting after she had crushed several zombies with a cart filled with bits.

Suddenly, a metallic beast, holding a teenager and accompanied by two griffoness athletes, barreled through the crowd and the sludge. "Alright, anyone else left sane?" Baal looked around before setting his sights on the trio. "Ah. I see."

"Alright. What the fuck is that?" Dash sighed.

"What the fuck is EVERYTHING?!" Gilda shouted. "It's as if your Discord friend decided to pull one on us!"

"As soon as you stop yelling, you don't mind if I actually help you, right?" Baal asked.

"Sweet mercy, how is that even possible?" Natalya said as she stared at the barrier.

"I wanted a clean getaway! Not mission fucking impossible!" Giselle exclaimed.

"C'mon, girls! We gotta stay positive!" Gabby suggested, though she was feeling a bit panicky herself.

"The girl's right. I've got a plan so crazy, it just might work." Baal said.

"You know what? Anything's better than hanging out with the killer gak here." Dash said as even more zombies and smooze crept at them.

"I think we're supposed to let him flog us so our deaths are less painful." Greta said sarodonically.

"Verdammnt." Gilda smirked, impressed at that insult.

"Just hold on. This is going to be...what was it? Oh, yeah. A bumpy ride." Baal extended his arms and tail. "Well, we're running out of time! I'll probably survive, but you all won't!"

"We get that, genius!" Dash shouted sarcastically before they "boarded" the monstrosity. His feet began to radiate a dark purple energy as he prepared his plan.

"What about the others? Aren't we going to..." Gabby was cut off by a roar from one of the latex zombies.

"They're gone, girl." Natayla said softly as Baal's feet glowed even more. The Gamma Smooze was just about everywhere and the zombies just kept increasing. Not a single female remained.

"That's...that's just sad." The 18-year old griffoness held down her head.

"We all feel bad right now." Giselle admitted.

Suddenly, with the speed of a freight train times 74, Baal rammed through the barrier. Like a speeding bullet, he erupted through it as he skyrocketed through the sky to parts unknown...

"So, that's how you were born?" Giselle asked Baal, who was still grasping his head in pain. He had made a very messy landing, leaving a Baal-sized hole in the ground. They had decided to rest this incident off until they decided to take action. This was much to take in, after all.

"Not really. I was born upon a clutch of eggs, THEN I was transformed by the creature. I was the runt, though. I would have been killed had it not been for my tenacity." The mechanical monster let out a small roar of triumph. "History rewards the mighty and does away with the cruel. Man, does this intelligence come with its perks!"

"You sound pretty tough for a little guy I kept passing when I was a kid." The black griffoness flexed a bit as she said that, earning more of his attention. "You eels make for a good workout. Almost got myself killed the first few times. Got the hang of it in just 3 months."

"I'm not even mad. That's just awesome. Up top!" Baal help up his claw hand, leading to the high-five between the old rivals (even if he didn't know what a rival WAS until now).

"I guess you're not that bad for a cave-dwelling monster." Giselle smirked.

"Glad to see you two getting along." Natalya said as she stroked Gabby's head. "You okay now, Gab? You did say 'stay positive'."

"I...guess." Gabby sighed before sitting up. "It gets kind of hard when you realize that your whole home got taken over by some kind of monster."

"We'll take it back. No matter what it takes!" Baal clamped his clamp jaw for emphasis. "I assure you, little one. I'll destroy all that get in our way."

"See? We've got a super-powered monster on our side." Natayla comforted Gabby. "We won't let anything happen to you. We look out for each-other, like Pinkie and Dash taught us."

"Thanks, guys. I needed that." Gabby smiled.

"I swear, you two are going to give me diabetes." Baal hid his amused smirk to no avail. "Just...adorable..."

"You're not too bad looking yourself." Natayla eyed him.

"Uh oh. She's giving you the look." Giselle giggled. "Personally, you're kinda hot, too."

"Well...this is an unforeseen turn of events." Baal blushed.

"Wow. I didn't know robots could blush. Learn something new every day!" Gabby exclaimed.

"Are you three done yet?" Dash walked up to them, her wings still healing. "It's cute and all, but we need a plan."

"A good one. One that sends that blob straight to Tartarus." Gilda pounded her fist into her hand.

"Guys...I know we need a plan, but I need to cool off." Greta said. "'Cause that...was fucked up. Good thing I had this in my satchel." She reached into it and got out several bottles of Apple Cider Brandy.

"Drinks? Well, suppose I could use refueling." Baal shrugged.

"No way. Where do you get all this?" Gilda gaped and she and Dash starred at the contents. "Because I wanna know."

"For special occasions." Greta said before popping off the cap of one. "Like traumatic ones. Such as losing your hometown to a random monstrosity."

"This...is one radical chick!" Dash pumped her fist. "Bottoms up! Then, we take out the trash!"

"The trash that took our homeland!" Giselle did the same.

"Feel the pride welling up now, Gabby?" Natayla asked the young one.

"It's there. I'll tell you that." Gabby agreed. "So...I'm a bit too young to have that stuff so...guess I'll leave you to that."

"Well, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Baal shrugged.

The alchohol went to their heads quite quickly after only a few bottles. Pretty soon, they were feeling a bit...frisky.

"Hey...Greta...I love you..." Gilda slurred before giving her mate a sloppy kiss.

"Aw, hell yeah. Going at it again. Shame we forgot the toys." Dash drawled as the two griffons started to tear at each-other's clothes as they made out.

"Oh...wow." Gabby said as she watched the display. She leaned against a rock. "So...hot..." She began to play with herself a little, sliding one of her talons into her panties. She grasped one of her breasts as she masturbated to the display.

Baal, feeling tipsy himself, found out that, yes, breasts are fun to look at and he did indeed have a dick the size of 2 bananas lined up. Natayla and Giselle eyed with with utmost interest.

"I think it's time we turned you into a man." Giselle cooed before sucking on the cock for just a few seconds.

"Damn...it's throbbing..." Baal groaned. He let out a metallic purr as the twosome licked at the cock. Natalya started to insert her fingers into her pussy as she gave the machine monster fellatio.

Gabby turned her head to each scene as she masturbated. Gilda was getting eaten out by Rainbow Dash while she indulged herself in grinding and making out with Greta. Their breasts smushed against each-other as they engaged in their drunken mating.

"I wish...I could join..." The teenager sighed as she looked at the pre-cum that stained her fingers. She licked at them as she considered the possibility.

"Hey. Kid." Natalya said. Letting out a cute squawk, she turned to the griffoness, whom was presenting her pussy high in the air. "You don't mind me asking you a small favor, right? I'm generous enough to give you this. So, take it up."

Gabby could hardly refuse. Sure, they were a bit older than her, but...so tantalizing. She removed her clothes, exposing her body to the night air. She had to admit. It felt really nice. She got on her hands and knees and proceeded to eat out the white griffoness.

"Ah! That's right, baby! Eat my cunt! Do me like my sister should do!" Natalya gasped. Giselle stopped sucking on Baal's cock (much to his chagrin) and faced her. "Something I said?"

"Oh, I heard you." The black griffoness placed her talons on her sister's cheeks. Their beaks were practically touching. "Just...let it happen." And with that, they kissed. Their tongues glided over each-other as they indulged themselves after years of pent-up sexual frustration. They had kissed before, but those were usually nothing serious. Now, it was a whole lot different.

Baal watched this intently. Steam erupted from areas of his body as he watched the twosome nibble at each-others necks and grope each-other. Their breasts looked so soft...their nipples so firm...and then there was the 18-year old, twirling her tongue through Natayla's pussy.

"You know what? Fuck it." Baal growled before she lifted up Giselle's lower body to face his crotch. "It's time I claimed you one by one!"

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm willing to share!" Giselle smirked. "Pound me until I can't walk! If you can, that is!"

"You guys do that." Natalya pulled away from her sister before cupping Gabby's face. "We'll switch places the next time we do this."

"Ms. Natalya! You tasted great!" Gabby exclaimed before she was silenced by a kiss from the older griffon. Their make-out session had begun.

"Damn. AH!" Greta shook her hips as Gilda continued to feast upon her cunt. "We're gonna wake up the whole place soon enou-OH! So good! Soooo good!"

"I fucking love you, babe!" Gilda exclaimed before diving back into pussy licking her mate. "Your cunt tastes so good!"

Dash just continued to massage the sides of her friend's pussy with her tongue. Her experiences with her actual marefriend, Applejack, made her a pro at this sort of thing. Teasing before going in for the kill.

"AHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!" Giselle shouted as her claws dug into the ground. Her pussy, removed of its virginity just now, was getting pounded by Baal's massive cock. Juices leaked down his dick as he roared in pleasure.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He began to discharge electric volts through his skin. Apparently, that was another ability of his. "HOLY SHIT!" The black griffoness shouted with a ecstatic face as volts ran up her body. "THIS FEELS FUCKING GREAT!"

"You're-ah! Missing out here, sis! Oh, fuck! That's right...right there!" Natalya breathed as she and Gabby scissored their legs and ground their pussies together. "That's right, baby...you're doing great..."

Gabby just continued to immerse herself in this wonderful experience. She grasped her chest as she let out a lustful moan of pleasure. "I...hope...I'm...helping you!" Gabby said in between moans.

A few minutes passed before the finale hit. And it was LOUD.

"GIIIILDA!" Greta shouted as she came all over her mate's beak. Dash also got much cum to the face after she made Gilda orgasm.

"CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Natalya shouted as both she and Gabby came all over their pussies.

"HALLELUJAH!" Baal roared as he came into Giselle. The griffoness let out a screech as she was filled with volts and cum. Her heart-rate was through the roof.

Another few minutes passed as sleep took over. Already, Gilda, Greta, and Dash were asleep (actually, Dash was awake enough to sandwich herself in-between the griffons). The other 4 were almost there.

"Hey, sis. There's something on your cheek." Giselle cooed before licking some cum off of her sister's body.

"I love you, Giselle." Natalya said before giving her sister a soft kiss. "Let's make both us and our newfound male happy. I don't care if it's the alcohol talking."

"You said it." Giselle said before both turned to a panting Gabby. "Girl, you deserve a reward. Run over to Baal over there. I bet he tastes just as good."

"Oh...okay." Gabby breathed. Some of her stamina had been greatly reduced by the sex, but she still walked over to Baal's cum-stained cock. "Mr. Baal, you don't mind, right?"

"Nah. It's good manners." The creature groaned before letting out a mechanical hiss. Gabby was licking his cock clean of cum, even drinking a few more squirts there. She found her head being petted by the claw hand. "For a child, you have a lovely frame. And such a good tongue."

"I'm not a kid. I'm outta high school." Gabby replied. "But thanks. I'm always happy to help!"

"Sleep tight. I'm just gonna..." Baal fell onto his back, out like a light. Gabby followed suit, enjoying the crisp night air against her body.

The sisters had also fallen asleep, but not before waking up for a bit and settling for resting against Baal in each-others arms.

This would be a perfect night after a hectic day...had it not been for a stray latex zombie that had the tenacity to follow them all the way here. Gently, he melted into Gabby, dragging her down into the underground.

Gabby woke up, feeling a bit sticky and really drowsy. She rubbed her eyes, only to suddenly realize this was NOT the hillside they had camped out at.

"Where...where am I?" She asked, looking around her. It looked like a padded cell made of latex, with stalagmites and stalactites to complete the image. "What is this place?!"

She remembered one thing. The wetness..the rubber...the..."Oh shoot! No! I...I'm not dead. That's one thing." She noticed the entrance to this room wasn't blockaded. "Well, my wings have healed up, so escaping shouldn't be a problem. I think."

"Why would you want to escape? We haven't even started yet..."

That svelte female voice interrupted her planning. Whoever or whatever said that sounded kind and soothing. "Is someone else here?" Gabby asked before a mass of black smooze oozed into the room. It gave her a shock, but it receded and formed the true cause of this catastrophe.

She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the monster. It was a 6 feet tall black latex female...kangaroo. She had cute little flecks of silver flecks that glittered across her body, a long rudder-like tail, bulky and perfectly muscles legs, a nice firm plump rear, a pouch big enough to put a stallion into it, long ears, purple eyes, and quite a good set of breasts.

"Come now, child." The beast spoke in a comforting tone as it stepped forward. "There's no need to be afraid. Just let go of your fear and come to me."

"You...what have you done with my kingdom?!" Gabby asked, panicked as she was backed into a corner.

"I made it better. You'll soon see, my child." The latex kangaroo whispered before quickly closing the distance between them and grabbing the griffoness in her arms. She struggled, but the monster's grip was cast-iron. The latex began to creep upon the teenager's body, the struggling only making things worse. Gabby screamed for her life, but the latex creature put a finger on her mouth, shushing her.

"It will be alright, I can assure you." She spoke while cocking her head to the side like a lost puppy. "So, hush....mama will take care of you..."

"You're...you're not my mom!" Gabby shouted after the finger had been removed. Before she could do anything else, she was shoved into the creature's pouch head first.

Her legs kicked and flailed, but eventually, she was locked in an unwilling fetal position inside the pouch. She continued to struggle, even claw at her surroundings, but the inside was thick as tar and slick as oil. Basically, too sticky to break free and too slippery to gain traction. Science hurts.

"Come now. You're just tired. You need some rest. I'll even read you a bedtime story, if it helps." The latex creature said sincerely. She still clinched her pouch everytime she anticipated a movement from her victim.

Something about that voice was having a hypnotic effect on the 18-year old. It compelled her to stop resisting, yet she kept trying to struggle. Eventually, the mad thrashing subsided to little more than pitifully wiggling. She could do nothing. Not yelling, not fighting back, and not even breathing that well. Her limbs felt so heavy and the latex was starting to force its way inside her body. Eventually, she stopped moving at all.

'No...I don't want...this...' Gabby thought as her mind drifted. "But...you know what...I'm feeling...a bit tuckered out...it's safe in here...and so warm...sleepy...so sleepy...I...I...I...uhhhhhh...Scootaloo...I never got to say it...I never got to...say...I love..y...youuuu...'

The sprout had returned to where the Gamma Smooze source was. She was reading a paperback book (filled with burnt pages, sadly) and relaxing against a wall when he returned. "Sooooo...how goes the work?"

"Work? Oh, I get it. Motherhood IS indeed hard work." Gamma Smooze giggled. "Good thing I'm cut out for it. My joeys are increasing at a fast rate, so my happiness will be eternal like theirs."

"Blech. Let a little sadism out someday, will you?" The sprout gagged. "Our master needs more of this happening. I will see to it that this land becomes depraved enough for him to return. Also, it's FUN! Eh?"

"Be on your way. I wish to welcome another to the world." Gamma placed a hand over her pouch, which had begun to wriggle with life.

"Whatever." The sprout groaned before sinking back to the Earth. "Makes me wish Big Mac was here to liven things up."

She ignored him after he left. She was too focused on what had become of the former griffon named Gabby.

Said griffon had awakened feeling weaker, but refreshed in a way. She kicked her legs, which suddenly felt bigger and clumsier. Her tail curled upwards as she made her way out of the pouch. With some effort, she stuck her head out of the deep pit that was Gamma Smooze's pouch. She stared into her eyes.

"Didn't that nap make you feel so much better, Gabby?" Gamma Smooze smiled. "You were a good girl. You didn't cry at all last night."

Gabby opened her mouth to say something. Anything to tell her this wasn't...was..wasn't happening. "M...ma...m...mama....mama...." Her words devolved into nothing but that. With greater effort, she pulled herself out of the pouch and flopped onto the floor, her latex skin making a wet noise at it hit the ground.

She had become just like Gamma Smooze, only much more slender and with a blue color scheme. Also, she had a skeletal latex set of wings. She was now a latex kangaroo, mindlessly reaching for the exit, if there was one. Despite that moment of resistance, she turned back to the bigger one. Those eyes made her feel so afraid, yet completely safe.

"Are you hungry, little one? I can help with that." She held out her arms to help her back into her pouch. Gabby, having lost what made her herself at last, turned back and crawled into the arms of her loving "mother". Her legs slid right back into the pouch along with her lower body. Her face was now in front of one of the big nipples on Gamma's breasts.

"Ma...mama...ma...mama..." Gabby moaned, her mind evaporated.

"Go on. Open wide. It's okay." Gamma Smooze soothed her joey, before Gabby placed her mouth around the nipple. She sucked on the delicious milk, content to let her "mother" take care of her for the rest of her days.

"I will never let any of you go." She hugged Gabby as several more joeys crawled across the floor, all of which were just as small and moderately-endowed as the transformed Gabby. "Never..."

This was the sad, yet oddly beautiful, fate of the Griffon kingdom. The only survivors would wake up to find their youngest member gone. Taken to lose their souls to be taken care of by a strangely innocent monster.

She (and the sprout, especially) made a mistake, though...YOU DON'T ANGER THE RECENTLY TRANSFORMED AND LOADED QUARRY EEL UNLESS YOU WANNA PICK A FIGHT...and he just had to have several powerful athletes with him...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Notes:

AAAAAND I suddenly have an urge to murder the shit out the little bastard of a plant. Though his boss could also use a whupping (whatever/whoever he is). Not sure about how to feel about Gamma Smooze. And to think I made these guys for this story...

Let me get a few things out of the way. I just really need to let this out and I hope the readers/followers/detractors are looking at this.

1. This is minor, but, for clarity's sake, I based off Baal's design off of this handsome devil of a monster:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVRG7o1vLSw

It's even funnier when you realize I gave him the voice of Raditz from DBZ. I know it's not Abridged Nappa, but hey.

2. In case you're wondering who Giselle and Natalya are, here's a picture (excluding the brown griffon):

Also, checking the wiki, it is indeed true Giselle spent years training in Quarry Eel territory. How about that? Another badass griffon with a hot body to add to the now-destroyed kingdom.

3. This may come off as petty, but I'm kinda wondering right now why my story has only close to 30 likes and more than 50 dislikes. Could somebody please explain why my likes remain stagnant for the most part and my dislikes keep increasing?

I'm probably going to attribute that to the choice of fetishes for this story, but I'd like to know. Every comment counts. I'm a very mature responder to even the most detrimental of comments, so just let loose everyone. Let your appreciation/hate out in the comments.

Either way, I promise you. The payoff for all this chaos is going to be quite nice. However, all stories need a build-up. And I did put Thunderlane in the characters tab. It's about time we saw how he's doing.

Merry Christmas, by the way! Now that I said that, perhaps you could close the computer and spend some time with family/friends/animals/whatever else. I'm not forcing you, but do indulge in the holiday spirit (for those who don't celebrate it, do your thing. I'm a very kind man).