A waterfall roared in the spacious caverns, sunlight reflecting off water pooling below. White armor trimmed with blue-and-gold lay scattered in pieces across the rocky bank, a matching broadsword embedded within a small fissure. Shining Armor had stripped down to bathe, taking a moment to say a silent prayer to whatever forces for good might still be out there in the universe, before he stepped into the waters, letting the cascade wet his mane. Several years had passed since their nemesis was defeated, and lines now etched his older face, but he'd made certain to keep fit as he undertook constant campaigns.

Unbeknownst to him an admirer watched from the shadows, hidden near the mouth of the rocky tunnel. She was a heroine from that war. A survivor of a breeding camp. But poor Derpy knew few took her seriously. Oh, they were nice and polite, but also often dismissed her, or worse were outright condescending, forcing her to turn away and hide her watering eyes. She knew she wasn't very bright even after all Time Turner had taught her, but she was still eager to see more of Equestria and learn!

Even worse she'd developed a terrible crush on the legendary hero which made her heart flutter in his presence. She'd never really taken notice of any stallion or mare in a romantic fashion before, and she was hardly the only one who lusted after him. In fact, half the female population wanted to help him repopulate a dying Equestria. He'd been married to Princess Cadance and taken another legend, Sunset Shimmer, as his closest companions. She had absolutely no chance.

So she resigned herself to studying his alabaster muscles, his broad shoulders, powerful back, his well-toned buttocks, and she blushed shamefully with her head down, trying not to stare at the dark circle of his anus, and an equally dark gray of his heavy testicles and the connecting sheathe where his supposedly massive stallionhood rested. He was said to be the most virile stud left on the planet. His former rival to that title, Big Mac, had been turned into a hateful force of nature in that terrible conflict.

She licked her lips and practically drooled, wings going fully erect at her sides. She fantasized about wandering into his bath, kissing him as he took her in his powerful hooves, and she stifled a childish giggle at the idea. Her ears twitched when she heard the subtle clop of hooves, and she vanished further into the shade, seeing a young alicorn mare approach.

Everyone knew she wasn't the real Flurry heart, who'd perished when the Crystal Empire fell in a fiery holocaust. But she shared her name and appearance, the filly now a powerful mage that sometimes fought at her father's side, despite his repeated reservations. “Father?” Her sweet voice echoed. “Sorry to bother you! Are you thinking of Cadance and Sunset again?”

Shining gradually turned to her. “...yes.” He was known to brood on occasion. His crusade across Equestria continued over the years, smashing breeding camps, liberating settlements, routing cultists, mercenaries, slavers, and literal monsters, which had once fulfilled him. However a number of his comrades had retired from his forces or far worse had been lost.

Despite all the mares that threw themselves at him he still hadn't moved on. He wouldn't even indulge in casual sex like he once would have, even though he felt it was his duty to help replenish their race's numbers. “Mi Amore Cadenza was the most kind, loving, wonderful mare in the land. And Sunset Shimmer...she did her best to collect the pieces of my shattered heart and rebuild it. She was the true savior. I wish you could have met them,” he whispered wistfully, a forlorn look in his weary eyes.

“Me too, father. But you can't live your whole life stuck in the past!” She took flight and landed with a splash beside him, forcing a smile onto his pursed maw. With a giggle she bathed with him, singing all the while, her wings used to scoop water over them. “See? You've won, remember? Our enemies are all on the run, hiding and cowering!”

Derpy's lower lip quivered, knowing the moment was lost, that she'd had another chance to approach him and confess her feelings, simply to chicken out. Maybe she'd try another time. She'd parted ways with Time Turner to return here. Was that a terrible mistake? With her head bowed she slowly retreated from the tunnel, listening to the happy family all the while.

She returned to the little hole in the caves that passed for her temporary home, curled up into a ball with her wings wrapped around her, and quietly sobbed. She missed those days, running with Fancy Pants' crew. Unfortunately for her Vinyl Scratch and Octavia had retired, Time Turner now spent all her time in a lab, and after Bon Bon had died protecting Lyra she'd never been the same. The once lively, optimistic unicorn was now rendered sullen and withdrawn. Derpy was the last one on the field.

The nomadic lifestyle had started to wear on her. The procession of caravans would move out again soon. She laid down and slowly cried herself to sleep, missing the old days with her friends, despite how horrible the circumstances often were.

No matter how many of their members were culled, the cult of the nemesis refused to die out. They were forced to spread out and hide across Equestria, However a new leader had risen to power who pulled their scattered forces together. This unknown figure dressed in a black robe and hood like all their brothers and sisters, however this one also wore a porcelain mask which muffled their voice. A black bodysuit lined their body underneath. They were slight of build, standing before the congregation.

Their base of operations was built upon the long razed remains of the Crystal Empire, in particular the partially rebuilt Crystal Palace. This land was chosen out of nostalgia. It was their birthplace. They caressed their neck which still ached from where it had been broken, their head often tilting awkwardly to one side.

They had captured the slavers that ruled the area, butchered or captured them, and used their corpses in necromancy experiments. These hybrids made from their stitched-together carcasses were now enslaved to their will. They kept these beasts chained around a throne where Cadance once sat, overlooking the revelers who gathered around them.

Their voice had a mechanical ring when a servant approached. “Has it arrived?”

“Yes Mother,” came a weak voice from under a hood when the mare approached. She carried a fancy silk pillow with tassels, atop it resting a pair of severed pegasi wings, and a chopped away unicorn horn. “We picked them from the strongest specimens we could find. We've used potions to preserve and enhance them. We should be able to attach them by the end of the day.”

Mother reached to touch the mare's face, who reflexively shrunk away. “You shouldn't hide that pretty face. After all, Shining Armor chose you. Even if you were his secondary pick.” She casually threw back the mare's shroud.

Even though dark clouds continually swirled over the Crystal Empire, light still shone through, and the unicorn's sensitive eyes balked, almost temporarily blinded as the rays fell upon her pale irises. Her cloak fell away completely, and she raised a hoof to her bosom, touching the scar in the middle of her breastbone. “Mother, please. Don't look at me.”

Mother placed a hoof under the unicorn's chin. “Shining Armor betrayed and abandoned us both. I doubt he even thinks about us anymore. Of course, I was simply another crystal pony to him, ultimately of no consequence. Everything's been stolen from me. My future. My sister. My life.” She was just another cadaver used by the nemesis and revived through necromancy. Most were reduced to mindless slaves after their revival. But the injustice of her situation had awakened her now twisted will.

Yet by the time that awareness came her twin had already perished. Nopony took notice of her, and she used that advantage, eventually able to scheme and murder her way to the top. She was just an earth pony. Certainly not the strongest or smartest pony around. But what she did have was an obsessive will to succeed no matter what she had to sacrifice. And with all the other likely candidates out of the way she had finally risen to leadership status among the cult. They dubbed their priestess Mother.

She brushed the unicorn's fiery mane, studying her somber expression. When the temple of the nemesis collapsed, most of the cult's work and forces had been lost, but survivors had returned to raid the collapsed vault, and bodies from both factions were collected, including the one who no stood before her. “You know I speak the truth...Sunset Shimmer.”

Ever since her revival Sunset felt nothing but constant pain and confusion. Her memories were distant as she wandered about the Crystal Empire doing the tasks Mother demanded, what memories that still remained vague and distant. She was a shell of her former self. “You know I...don't want to hurt anypony.” She laid a hoof over her heart, her flesh now pale and cold.

“You won't have to. Leave everything to me. And now, for your reward.” Torches were lit up across the ruins of the Crystal Empire which signaled that the nightly festivities were about to commence. Many of the cultists disrobed, mares and stallions alike engaging in a free-for-all orgy, most not caring who they paired off with so long as they could surrender to pleasure.

Cocks were driven into any hole they could find, male or female, some of the participants pinned between multiple dicks. Moans filled the air, as did the sound of squishing flesh, the must of arousal from marehoods, and the scent of blissful excretions from both genders. Sunset blushed as she watched, lowering a hoof between her wetted thighs, feeling her clit swell and her marehood wink for release. She felt ashamed every time she touched herself, but it helped dull a constant, mind-numbing agony.

“You know it won't stop while you deny yourself,” said Mother who stroked her servant's mane. “Allow them to service you.”

Sunset reluctantly nodded and approached the throne. They hybrids drooled and studied her with shameless lust, their chains rattling as they strained to escape, sniffing the scent of her dripping cunt in the air. The experiments were made up of a fusion from different creatures; dragons, griffins, changelings, ponies, and a variety of exotic animals collected from the jungle. Most curiously some were fused with tentacled eldritch abominations that had survived the site of the final battle.

Once she might have found them disgusting and intimidating. Now she surrendered to them, lowering herself to all fours and sticking her ass in the air, tail raised so they could freely make use of her holes. All that mattered was a temporary release from this pain. A pair of them immediately jumped on and mounted her, violently driving their cocks into her fuckholes, but the sharp bite of pain was inconsequential compared to the euphoria set in, overwhelming the suffering she constantly endured.

Her eyes rolled into her head under their brutal thrusts, claws raking over her asscheeks, back, and bouncing titties, not caring for anything but their own release. But being turned into their toy simply made her clench harder around their cocks. Her tongue lolled from her wide open mouth, allowing another beast to rise on his hindlegs, clasped his claws around her head, and brutally forced his dick down her throat, making it bulge as she coughed and sputtered and wept. But she sucked away anyhow, trying not to think about who she might have been, or what she had no been reduced to. She tried to stay in the moment.

Her body shuddered as the first of several repeated orgasms wracked her entirety. An excess of their seeds filled all her sex holes, sloshing within her uterus, but she'd long since learned the eggs she produced couldn't be inseminated. Cum oozed out when they withdrew. Her mind numbed while more of the monstrosities lined up to take their turns with her. She was trapped within a state between life-and-death. More than a corpse but less than a mare. She had no place in this world anymore.

Over the years Los Pegasus had been almost fully rebuilt, and now thrived, despite the broken state of Equestria. Of course there were still compromises that had to be made. Without Celestia and Luna to raise and lower the moons, it had been left to the most powerful unicorns in the land, volunteers who eventually wore themselves out over time. Potions were provided to empower the weaker mages, but this also caused them to burn out even faster, to the point where they collapsed and in some instances died. Fancy Pants, elected Mayor of this city, knew they couldn't sustain this or else the planet was doomed.

“How anti-climatic,” said Fancy Pants who was seated at his desk. “To overcome our adversary, only to have Equestria slowly waste away. Tsk, tsk.” Deep underground, where his citizens had once been forced to live, had now been converted into a massive sealed vault, lined with a series of traps and placed under a series of complicated, ancient spells to seal it. In the deepest sections was placed the Necronomicon, weakened after so many demons had escaped and manifested from its pages, but still brimming with almost limitless potential. There were still those who coveted it, particular the remnants of the cult.

He knew it could supernaturally tempt those nearby with its unholy power, and that it was supposedly impossible to destroy, and so after much debate with other surviving representatives of Equestria they decided to simply lock it away. The enchantments woven made certain that anypony that tried to simply teleport into the chamber would be bounced away and sealed into one of the nearby walls, killing them once they fused with it. A rather cruel fate, but he couldn't afford to take any chances.

He went through all the stacks of paperwork, adjusting his glasses, his office lined with bookshelves, and a pair of artistic but sultry portraits, one depicting Rarity who'd once posed for an art piece for him, and another the love of his life Fleur de Lis. His wife would invite random mares into their bedroom, proving carnally insatiable in contrast to his more lofty pursuits. Not that she couldn't match him in intellectual brilliance; she was simply more a mare of the world dedicated to physical pursuits.

He winced and wheezed, feeling a familiar tongue tease his stallionhood from its sheath with lusty links, warm saliva dripping down his balls. Within seconds he was fully erect, and stared down at Fleur, who stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, tracing up-and-down his veiny length with obvious hunger. Thanks to the healing elixirs Sunburst concocted her once shattered legs had fully healed; unfortunately the ingredients were so rare they couldn't produce much of the substance.

Suddenly another lover slid under the desk, needily tending to him. Tonight's bit of chosen arm candy was a soft pink mare with her mane done up in pigtails, a pacifier and glow sticks hung on a necklace, no doubt another raver who frequented Vinyl's dance club. His salty precum leaked over their lips which they greedily licked up with audible slurps. Pacific Glow? Yes, that was her name, he believed. “I...I have to work...”

Fleur ignored him like she usually did, placing her hooves around Glow's waist, and raising her up, lowering her down onto her husband's cock. Pacific moaned as he filled her, wrapping her forehooves around his neck and spreading her shapely hundlegs. “I helped warm him up for you,” said Fleur with a titter, smacking her pink buttock which wobbled under the blow.

Fancy surrendered, knowing she wouldn't let up until she'd reached some level of real satisfaction. Glow bounced atop him, soft fleshy buttocks and heavy teats rippling with each thrust, lewdly shrieking and splattering him with her vaginal juices. After a couple minutes she intentionally rose up and popped his penis free, this time lining up her puckered asshole, and driving him back into her. She would alternate between her holes after a few strokes, giggling and hollering all the while.

In the meantime Fleur played with Glow's ass and tits with her hooves and an aura from her glowing horn alike, kissing her neck and lips, biting and sucking on them while she tweaked and pinched her nipples. It didn't take long before his penis started to twitch. “Inside! Inside!” Pacific drove him deep into her love tunnel as she could, angling him so that he struck her cervix.

And fill her womb he did. He cupped a hoof around Glow's waist, and used the other to squeeze one of his wife's squishy buttocks, grunting as warm load-after-load impacted her slimy pink walls, her face flushed as she wheezed and buried her face into his chest, moaning into the dress shirt beneath the jacket he wore. He panted as his last droplets spurted out.

Fleur smacked her bottom a couple more times possessively. “Ooh-la-la! You did fantastic, Pacific!”

Glow traded a sloppy kiss with her, saliva trails still connecting them once she said, “I love it when you talk dirty in such a sweet way! Can we do this more often? I'm up for anything! And I do mean anything,” she emphasized with a lewd expression.

“Certainly, my pet.” Fleur tilted her head aside and nibbled on her neck. She popped her husband loose from her latest conquest, cleaning his cock and her cunt with alternating laps, guzzling it down like it was mana from the Gods.

He stroked their manes and cheeks affectionately. Unfortunately his thoughts were on distant, more pressing matters. Were a solution not found soon there likely wouldn't even be enough unicorns left to cycle the days. Not to mention all the mares they continued to liberate from the last breeding camps. Having known only a life of sexual slavery for years, many had turned to prostitution or pornography in order to survive. Others simply gave up on life, wasting away or committing suicide. He'd set up programs to rehabilitate them with mixed results. Despite the therapy and care, most of them would never truly recover.

Not to mention how thin their resources were stretched. Earth ponies were hard at work to till scorched and polluted earth, while pegasi worked to clear the weather, which was still erratic despite their best efforts. All he could do was fly by the seat of his pants, helping and rebuilding wherever he could, in the faint hopes that real normalcy would one day return to Equestria.

Author's Notes:

I chose to continue a story set in this world because a number of ideas I wanted to explore didn't make it into the last one for various reasons. This tale likely won't be anywhere near as extensive, but we'll see! Chapters numbered this time to hopefully make it easier on the reader.