A thunderous boom resounded when the jettisoned chunk of the airship crashed onto the continent and skidded for nearly a mile. Chunks of earth were torn up and trees were bulldozed over in its wake. Metal twisted and black clouds continued to pour from the burnt section. Finally it slid to an abrupt stop with another creak, clouds of birds escaping around the ruined area of the Everfree Forest. A number of injured ponies stumbled their way to their hooves to take stock of their predicament.

Octavia surveyed the scorched earth. “Nurse Redheart...”

“She saved a lot of lives,” reminded Vinyl Scratch who stood at her side. “It was worth it, right?”

“Maybe...I don't know. Perhaps it's up to us, now.” Tavi tried not to think about how many had died in the attack. “Let's concentrate on what we can do now. Lyra, are you still with us?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Lyra sniffled, hanging back in the wreckage. Luckily it appeared few had been lost in the actual crash. “Redheart was so kind and dedicated. She didn't deserve this!” She kicked a wall with a clang, not caring how much it hurt.

“Now, now, what did that wall ever do to you?” Vinyl laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Shut up,” roared Lyra with eyes that were practically bloodshot from weeping.

Vinyl raised her forehooves in front of her. “Whoa, I was just joking! Take the stick out!”

Octavia came between them. “Calm down, both of you. Vinyl Scratch didn't mean any offense. Did you?” She shook her head apologetically. “I know tensions are running high, but let's not act like animals, shall we?”

“Fine,” said Lyra who kept her snout scrunched up.

“Sure. Whatever,” retorted the DJ who turned away with a swish of her wild tail.

Tavi rolled her eyes at how juvenile they could be. She'd seen Lyra tossing and turning at night, whimpering in her sleep, calling out Bon Bon's name as she replayed her terrible end in her mind. She'd convinced herself Bon Bon had killed herself rather than harm Lyra and perhaps it was true. However, that only made Lyra's survivor's guilt even worse.

From what she could tell they had enough food supplies to last them at least a week. Water would be trickier but hopefully wouldn't be too hard to locate nearby. Cherry Jubilee was already busy collecting scattered medical supplies, still blaming herself for what that parasite had forced her to do, and working herself to the bone in order to make up for it.

A number of survivors were already hard at work to pick up the slack now that Redheart and a number of her assistants were lost. It simulatenously touched her heart and made it ache. Why did it always have to be a tragedy that brought them together?

Over the next few hours they did their best to tend to the wounded, and removed the bodies, which Tavi decided would have to be buried later. For now she simply had them laid out away from the ship and placed what blankets they could spare over them. She asked a few of the guards left to stand watch over them so at least animals wouldn't try and pick their corpses clean. They owed the dead that much, at least. She didn't even know them so it's unlikely they would have tombs made in the graveyard of heroes. She tried to shake away such morbid thoughts, grateful that Lyra and Vinyl put aside their differences to pitch in too.

Gunfire suddenly broke the quiet. A cluster of birds erupted skyward to escape, and she whipped her head around, seeing bullets tear into the guards on duty. A few attempted to react merely to be cut down by another hail. “Spare the mares,” called a smug voice. “You know how valuable they are! The stallions aren't worth much, anyhow! Dispose of them!” A cackle sounded.

Whoever this Trixie was, she was still a mare rather than human, wide eyes psychotic when she led a group of slavers to their location. She'd been tasked by her mistress to hunt down and capture this bunch while Spike dealt with the main forces of the airship. The survivors fled inside, the males being shot in the back, and their twitching bodies mercilessly riddled with bullets.

Those who remained did their best to mount a defense, but unfortunately few of them were fighters, and they were forced to withdraw further into the wreckage, the gangs that swept through not hesitating to murder any stallion they came across. They favored tranquilizers and nets for the females, hunting them down like they were prize game for the taking.

With the lost portion of the airship Shining Armor's main force barely managed an escape. He was certain the golem still pursued them, and in the bedlam he'd lost track of Flurry Heart, terrified he'd finally lost her for good. What haunted him most was that hundreds had likely been condemned to death to enable their survival. He stomped over to Diamond Tiara, grabbing and shaking her. “What did you do?!” He was practically barking and spitting in her face. “Answer me!”

She turned her head aside, shaking violenty. “I...I...”

Sunset and Derpy were immediately at his sides, pulling him off her. “Stop it,” said Derpy who suddenly looked as haunted as Time Turner often had. “It was my idea! If you want to take it out on somepony, take it out on me! I've earned it!”

“Damn it!” He stomped the floor. “If they're all dead...”

Sunset held Tiara to her bosom, knowing she was too proud to let anypony see her cry. “Shhh...it's okay.” She patted the back of Tiara's mane. “You saved us all.” She tried not to wince from her wound when the quietly weeping mare hugged her back.

Capper continued full-speed on ahead, not daring to crack a joke. He wasn't certain where to go now. Was any place left in Equestria really safe now? For a few minutes nopony dared speak, muted sobs punctuating the ship's subtle hum.

Finally it was Beatrix Belladonna who broke the silence. “Flurry Heart's okay. She has to be!” She nodded, convinced by her own simple logic. “We've survived worse scrapes! Don't worry! Most of your crew is probably fine, too!”

He looked to his other daughter, feeling ashamed he'd neglected her. Trixie was far from an ideal mother but it seemed like their child had turned out quite well. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Let's head back to Baltimare for rest and repairs. I need time before I decide our next move.” He hated to abandon anypony, but he didn't dare risk everypony here, either.

“Take heart Mr. Shining,” said Derpy who whipped a device from her coat. “Hopefully I'll be able to track their magical signatures. If Trixie's with them, that's at least one skilled mage I should be able to locate!”

“Good work.” He sighed and exited the bridge, clops sounding down the corridor following him.

Sunset grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.” She looked around, making certain they were alone. “I didn't want to criticize you in front of the others, but you're being way too hard on her. I get it. You feel like you're to blame.” She'd cursed herself too when her brief interaction with the Necronomicon had allowed the Smooze into that other world and doomed it.

“Diamond Tiara doesn't carry about anypony but herself. She did it to save her own skin.”

“That's not fair and you know it. She's been working hard like everypony else. She's just scared, like all of us. Without her help we might not have gotten this far. Besides, she made a hard choice, knowing a bunch of ponies would blame her for the consequences. You think Derpy wanted to carry that guilt? You think I would have done differently in her place?”

He exhaled. “I suppose not. Sorry. I'm...so tired.” She followed him all the way to his room, where he collapsed onto his bed like a sack of potatoes, aching all over. She curled up next to him, offering her warmth.

He slept uneasily. Dreamed about loved ones lost. So many comrades he felt like he'd somehow let down.

Very few managed to escape the round up when the slavers moved on the ship. Hundreds of mares were herded into lines and chained together, the majority slaves who'd been liberated from the Atrocity Exhibition. Trixie walked at the head of the procession, leading them to that unnamed village that Cherry Jubilee had temporarily offered to Mother. She trotted with a skip in her step, using a thorn-covered whip curled at her hip to lash at anypony who dared step out of line.

A number of slavers glared with open resentment, but they dared not touch her, knowing Starlight would feed them to Spike or far worse if she came to any harm. “These ones are special,” explained Trixie who kept the ones who served Shining's force personally. She went down the line, caressing the swaying buttocks of Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, Cherry Jubilee, Princess Blueblood, Pacific Glow, Flitter, Cloudchaser, and particularly Lavender Lace and Fuschia Blush. “Hmmm, did I miss one?”

Vinyl prepared a snide remark but Octavia shook her head subtlety, not wanting to let slip Lyra had managed to run away in the bedlam. They both hoped she would return with aid but somehow doubted that was possible out in the middle of nowhere.

After several miles of travel they arrived at the rustic little villa. “Consider them payment for faithful service,” explained Trixie to the rough set of armed stallions. She removed a small bottle from the inner lining of her starry cape. “Oh, and consider using one of these, if you'd like them to be more compliant.” She winked. “There's plenty more in the storage sheds!”

They practically trampled over each other to claim the screaming mares, and she bit into an apple with a crunch, keeping Shining's personal soldiers close to her on chains. “Don't worry,” she practically hissed while a violent orgy erupted across the setlement, mares casually taken and brutalized in all manners. “Trixie promises your turn will come...eventually.”

Pacific Glow nearly keeled over and vomited at the sight. “A-ah...” She sniffled.

Trixie cuffed a hoof to her twitching ear. “What? Did I hear a volunteer?”

“Leave her alone,” warned Cloudchaser as she and Flitter came to the aid of their fellow backup dancer.

“Three volunteers? It must be Trixie's lucky day! Hey, you there! Dumb slut!” She pointed at Blueblood, unaware and not really caring what pony this was. “Give these three a dose of this potion!”

“A-and if I say no...?” Blueblood swallowed hard.

“Then you'll be next and I'll work my way down the line until somepony agrees!” She cast the rest of them an evil smile, particularly Vinyl and Tavi who could barely restrain their hate. “So what'll it be?”

“Fine,” said Blueblood who uncorked the bottle, vapors rising from the liquids. A number of stallions descended on the trio of dancers when Trixie nodded at them, holding the struggling mares in place, chains tied so that wings were rendered little more than useless decorations. Hooves forced their maws wide open. “I...I'm sorry. I don't want to...”

She started with Pacific Glow, emptying a small amount down her throat. Within moments her eyes glazed over, and a stupefied smile crossed her lips, warmth burning in her cheeks and spreading throughout her limber physique. An uncontrollable lust quickly seized her, her marehood drooling down her thighs, her nipples fully erect and practically twitching for action.

She moaned and lowered herself face down and ass up, spreading her asshole and pussy wide as she could, all traces of reason dwindling away rapidly. All she could think about now was that she needed to be bred immediately. She din't care how or by who. “Fuck me,” she whined almost moved to tears by desperation. Not that she needed to wait more than a few moments.

Several stallions descended on her, plunging into her holes, and she wrapped her hooves around a couple of cocks prodding her face, trying to get herself off any way she could. Her companions thrashed harder than ever, knowing the same fate awaited them, but Blueblood tearfully forced them to drink a dose, and soon they too were lewdly prostrating themselves before any available males, the flexible threesome passed around like cheap toys they weren't remotely afraid to break.

“Y-you won't do that to your old friends,” said Lavender while she and Fuschia hugged each other. “Will you, Trixie?”

“I don't know...” Trixie walked around the pair, stopped behind them, and groped their buttocks in circular motions, making them wince at her touch. “Perhaps I should keep you for my own? For old time's sake...”

“She's not even our Trixie,” reminded Fuschia in a hushed whisper. “I don't think this one was with Trixie and the Illusions.”

“This is all too confusing,” mumbled back Lavender. “All I know is I don't want to end up like that!”

With a sultry smile Trixie moved onto their breasts, rolling and kneading them, pinching and twisting their nipples, simply to make them cry out. “Why not enjoy the show? Trixie sure is!” She watched the groupies being passed around like they were a disposable joint, gangbanged between the slavers who'd repeatedly cum inside and all over the whorishly moaning mares.

She kissed Lavender and Fuschia all over, not caring how they squirmed under her touch, continuously feeling them up. “Oh, boys? When you're done with them for the night, leave them in the shed. Trixie has a special treat prepared for them! Don't worry, take all the time you need! Never say I'm not the Generous and Patient Trixie!” She grabbed the assistants by their chains, leading them away to have her own fun with them in private. With heads bowed they trotted after her.

Blueblood wept and rejoined the others. They were untouchable for the moment, but the slavers leered at them, anticipating the moment when they'd have permission to relentlessly ravage them. A number of mares had already collapsed from their treatment, sweaty and bruised and cum-soaked all the way down to their manes and tails, whimpering due to their sore abused orifices. Cherry Jubilee closed her eyes and covered her eyes, flashing back to what horrors she'd seen at the breeding camp.

Hours went by while Pacific Glow, Cloudchaser, and Flitter were fucked into exhaustion, and Glow eventually passed out, only for the two stallions lifting her up to continue hammering into her ass and cunt, while another seized her pigtails and continued to sink his flared cock all the way down her throat. Spittle and cum dribbled down the side of her lips as she gurgled in her sleep. One grabbed her by her twin tails and dragged her across the dirt. They slapped her with their stallionhoods.

Once this bath finished they tossed her onto the ground, and she shuddered on her side, more slavers who'd been busy masturbating emptying themselves all over her. By the time they were done she looked like a strung out crackwhore, makeup running in a mess of smeared semen. Her friends received a similar treatment, like her their eyes rolled into their heads and their tongues lolling out. Octavia and Vinyl growled, wishing nothing more than that they could tear these assholes apart.

“Remember her? That's Cherry Jubilee,” one of them said. “She used to be, like, a brothel madam or something?”

“Nah, that's just a rumor. Tell you what, though. When she was running the Atrocity Exhibition she had this potion she gave the prositutes there to restore their virginity. That way a stallion could endlessly pop their cherries. Made 'em fetch a much higher value on the market. Man, I'd love to be the one to who popped her cherry, know what I mean?”

One of the males approached and brushed a hoof over Tavi's flanks. Sne snarled and reared up. “Don't touch me, cretin!”

“Hey, this set of merchandise is supposed to be off-limits for now.”

“What, do you plan to tell Trixie? What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, I've always wanted to put some snobby whore in her place! She'll beg for my cock by the time I'm done! But I'll try to leave this hot piece of ass intact!”

He started to advance on the cellist who drew back, and suddenly Vinyl was between them, sinking her teeth into his collarbone. He screamed when she bit down hard enough to rip a chunk from his collarbone, blood running between the gaps between her teeth. Her horn flared under the multitude of enchanted chains wrapped around it, trying to loosen its hold, the padlock at the end dangling about. He collapsed and writhed, and she spat the meaty chunk on him. “Come get some, you pieces of shit!”

“Hey, dumb slut or whatever your name is? Give her some of that potion!”

Blueblood baled. “N-no!” She whimpered when he punched her face, sending her skidding to the dirt.

Octavia tried to rush to the DJ's defense, but she kicked her away, thrashing and yelling and snapping as a gang of slavers struggled to hold her down. She wondered if Scratch had deliberately drawn attention to herself, sacrificing herself rather than let her lover be abused? She tried not to cry when they hit the DJ so hard they broke her shades, blood trickling in a line between her wild eyes, and they nearly broke her jaw forcing it open, pouring an excess amount of the liquid down her gullet.

For a few moments Vinyl swayed. Then her face reddened and heat filled her frame. Tavi finally started to sob and looked away when her love submitted to them, her psyche shattered to the point where she was simply a sex-crazed slut. They mocked her former defiance as they hammered into her, not that she really understood nor cared anymore. She was merely their toy now.

They slapped her with hooves and dicks, called her every sort of vulgar name they could think up, pulled her maine and tail so yard a few loose strands were yanked free. She smirked dumbly at them even when they kicked and punched her belly.

“You monsters,” murmured a teary Octavia who held the wounded Blueblood close to her. Was it even possible to recover a broken mind? She'd never heard of such a spell and doubted the potion's effects would wear off. She'd effectively lost her.

For a moment she was tempted to just lay down and surrender right there. Her one faint hope was Lyra had escaped...

Lyra hated herself for having fled. But what could she do? She'd thought of all kinds of wild scenarios about how she'd rescue them, each more preposterous than the last, before she sunk onto her haunches somewhere in the seemingly endless Everfree, reminded of how little she could accomplish on her own. She was a jill-of-all-trades, not some skilled specialist like most of them. Sometimes she wondered if they simply kept her around for moral support. “What do I do now...?”

She considered looking for help, but where to even start? She had no idea exactly where she she was nor were there many distinguished landmarks to give her a clue. “Am I that helpless on my own? Maybe I rely on them too much...”

She started to wander with no particular destination in mind, wishing she'd paid more attention to studying the stars. Maybe they could've served as a compass now. If only Octavia or Vinyl had escaped; they always seemed to have a plan!

“Hiya,” came a chirpy voice. “Looks like you could use a friend!” She turned and rubbed her eyes, blinking several times unable to believe it. “Pinkamena?! Is that you?! And...Rarity! Spike! Trixie! Thank Celestia you're all okay!”

“More-or-less,” whispered a crest-fallen Rarity. She'd curled her mane over the right side of her face, and winced when Lyra brushed it aside, reflexively gasping when she saw the horrific burn scar over a permanently melted closed eye. “You must forgive my appearance. I was...fortunate. So many other ponies were instantly charred by the blaze...”

“Nurse Redheart,” recalled Lyra with a trembling lower lip.

“Spike saved me from that monster wearing his appearance. Fortunately his scales are resistant to extreme heat. Of course even he wouldn't be able to withstand a continuous fire of that magnitude.” She hugged the dragon at her side. “He saved our lives.”

“It...it was nothing,” he said, uncomfortable with such praise. “Glad you're okay.”

Trixie planted hands on her wide hips. “No worries, the main section of the airship escaped. Shining Armor and most of his best soldiers should be fine...I think.” She chewed her lower lip. “Well, I'm sure Beatrix will look after him.”

Lyra practically hopped. “I'm glad, but the others are in serious trouble! They've been captured by slavers! Led by, um, another Trixie?!” She shrugged. “Only this one's still a mare! Don't ask me to explain it, I know what I saw!”

“We know. We've done some scouting ourselves,” explained Trixie. “I'd like a shot at my upstart double...”

“Maybe we can take them...if we're careful,” admitted Pinkie in a rare moment of caution. “We don't have the numbers for a full-on assault, so we'll have to use guerilla tactics! The military kind, not the animal!” She chortled.

Lyra squeezed her shoulder. “I'm in. I'd rather die than abandon them.”

Lowering himself to the ground, Spike allowed them all to mount them, making certain they were secure before he started to bound towards the village. It would take some time to reach the slavers, and they could merely hope they'd still all be in one piece by the time they reached their destination. Lyra gripped Pie's midsection, praying for her friends...

The mare Trixie wove a spell her former mistress taught her, making a thick stallionhood droop between her thighs, and she sat on her buttocks atop a cot in her small hut, spreading her thighs and patting the sheets. She beckoned Lavender and Fuschia with a hoof, and they slowly made their way over, running their tongues over her veiny length until it fully hardened and dripped a thin line of precum. “Lick it up,” she demanded nodding to the slimy puddle. They looked at each other and obeyed.

Once they finished she seized their manes and started to alternatively force their maws upon her cock, taking them to the hilt, her now wetted dick popping free with a plop each time she pulled their heads off. “Ah yes...you'll do nicely!”

She made them blow her until her veiny girth started to throb, and they opened their maws wide and stuck out their tongues like she demanded, her flared tip unloading glob-after-glob of hot spunk onto their pink protrusions. Next she had them messily kiss and traded a mixture of their saliva and her gooey cum between them, their lips smacking while they put on a show for her.

After a few minutes of watching them swap snowballs, she ordered them to swallow, giving each a friendly slap on the ass. “Good girls! Now, follow me! It's time you earned your real prize!” She retracted the magically-induced penis, the flesh burrowing back inside her like it never existed, and cantered out closely followed by the tired pair.

They were led to a shadowy storage shed which seemed to pulse with alien life. Pacific Glow, Cloudchaser, and Flitter had been abandoned there after they'd been thoroughly used and abused, still soaked in sweat and dried cum, and their bellies were swollen. The duo paled when they noticed the tentacles writhing from their snatches, moist and sticky with marecum.

“No,” cried Lavender who turned and broke into a run, only for a tentacle to shoot out from the darkness, the bulge of flesh it was connected to drawing her in. Fuschia blanched frozen while she watched, the lifeform forcing itself into the mare's cunt in a sort of reverse birth, a sound between a scream and moan escaping while it forced its way past the cervix and into her womb. It basked in the warmth of her uterus like it was a warm bath, settling into its mother and the protection her core provided.

Fuschia blubbered and snot ran down her nostrils when she watched her friend lose her mind. “P-please d-don't...” But another such creature forced itself upon her, worming its way into her parting snatch, and she dripped all over it, whining as it wormed its way into her innermost parts. She rubbed her belly with a happy coo once it settled in, somehow feeling complete.

Trixie looked upon her work with pride. Such creatures had been plucked from the Necronomicon by Starlight, little more than small flesh bits when she withdrew them, and bottled up for Trixie, who she told to spread to the finest mares possible. They binded with their prey, growing stronger by feeding off them, and corrupted them in the process.

She hummed to herself and went for a walk through the nondescript little villa, where slavers continued to openly dominate mares all over, some lying broken and whimpering in pools of cum wherever she trotted. What she didn't notice was the figures that hid in the forest, preparing to make their move. A pink hoof closed around a stallion's maw, a blade opening his throat. He was silently pulled into the bushes, hiss body left there the moment the kill was confirmed. Pinkie moved to the next target.

However they knew she would be discovered eventually and a concentrated attack would hastily end her. Spike moved into postiion, puffed up his chest, and set fire to an abandoned area, not daring to risk that any slaves might be harmed. Flames crackled and spat embers. Smoke clouded the sky. Some of the slavers pulled themselves free of their toys and dashed that way, merely to be consumed by a wall of flame he unleashed upon them, fat melting with a crackle and skin blackening as it cooked.

Human Trixie tossed colorful smoke bombs to cloud and confuse the enemy, who coughed and wandered about half-blinded. Rarity summoned a storm of needles from the work kit she carried, telekinetically directing them at rapid speeds. They flew into the eyes, throats, and groins of their foes, as she intentionally took aim at their weakest points to quickly down them.

Lyra felt like a fourth wheel again, but she lit up her horn, carefully slipping a keyring from the distracted mare Trixie's hip and then rushing over to her friends. “Hold on, Octavia!” She started to undo the padlocks on her chain. She counted the others. “Good. Blueblood, Cherry Jubilee, and...oh no! Vinyl Scratch! No!” She looked at the happily stupefied DJ and realized she was too late for her. Likewise she couldn't see a number of the others and feared they had met a similar dark fate.

Octavia shook her head sadly. “I knew you would come. My thanks, Lyra. You did what you could.” The chains fell away, and she took a moment to stretch her tired limbs, Lyra already moving to free Blueblood. She frowned at Scratch. “No worries, love...I won't abandon you.” She cupped a hoof about her cheek, steeling herself to help the others.

Pretty soon the first gunshots erupted with bangs, and Lyra threw up a barrier, bullets pinging harmlessly off. However she was a mid-tier mage at best even after all her practice, and knew her shield would shatter the moment they concentrated fire. Nor did she have Vinyl to back up her magic like usual. Thankfully she was joined by Rarity and Blueblood.

Leaping from place-to-place, Spike ripped apart their adversaries with bloodied claws and teeth, aided by Pinkamena who continued to laugh while she hacked them apart, feeling more alive than she had in quite some time. Soon they were scattering like headless chickens, one even crapping himself as he closed in and bit his head off with a snap.

The mare Trixie dropped a smoke bomb and broke into a wild run to flee the scene. She ran without thinking, knowing she had lost, and that she must somehow return to her mistress. She huffed and dashed towards the Everfree, her limbs burning, and looked back at her shoulder, a thud sounding when she crashed into a tree and almost knocked herself silly.

Flames crackled and smoke poured in the distance. Leaves fell around her while she lid on her side and shook her head. A long shadow approached, and Spike stared her down, slobbering over her as he opened his maw wide. Unlike the others who he'd had to slay quickly he could take his time and enjoy this meal. She whimpered and a warm puddle of urine trickled from her.

Suddenly a paw smacked his snout and he withdrew it with a whine. “Bad dragon! No snacking on ponies! Ever! Not even bad ones!” Pinkamena readied her sword, pressing the tip to Trixie's snatch. “However...you still need to pay!”

“Stop,” called Rarity who panted as she galloped over. “She's little threat to us now. And besides...it may not be her fault.” She studied her crazy eyes and wondered if she'd been brainwashed by the cult too. Was she too far gone to turn back? Her horn glowed when she summoned up threads, and carefulluy bound her in a way that they wouldn't cut her.

“Bah...no fun!” Pinkamena withdrew her blade with a pout.

“Gross idea of fun,” murmured Rarity who touched her burn mark and wished she had some more healing elixir. Unfortunately her batch had been lost in the airship crash and she suspected so had most of everypony else's. In truth she wasn't certain it could even return a lost eye. At best it would likely leave smooth skin where her eye once rested which would perhaps be even more horrific to look upon. No, she'd simply bear this scar, a reminder of her survival where others weren't so lucky.

The battle had died down. Corpses littered the burning streets, the slaves collected once more. They ransacked the villa for what supplies they could and headed back towards the crashed airship. Unfortunately a number of them remained out of their minds, Vinyl constantly touching Octavia in ways that now made her uncomfortable, begging her for sex she felt would now be immoral to provide. She simply tried to keep her friend under control, her snout etched into a deep frown at her current state.

Pacific Glow, Cloudchaser, Flitter, Lavender Lace, and Fuschia Blush were no better, their bellies now fully swollen from the eldritch abominations housed happily in their wombs. They questioned how the mares could have been impregnated so quickly, unaware of the creatures, and decided they'd seek answers later. For now they wished to simply return home.

Author's Notes:

Quite an intense chapter. Poor background ponies!