Shining Armor was back in his bedroom in the Crystal Empire, the sunlight streaming in, and like she often would Cadance awakened him with a blowjob, taking his dark veiny shaft into her maw. She gazed into her eyes in the sultriest manner she could, her blushes and bedroom eyes coming naturally to the Princess of Love, who would worship his cock and drink down his seed like it was mana from whatever deities ruled over this universe. Her tongue steadily encircled the rod of flesh.

He laid a hoof on her head, guiding her all the way to the base, her drool seeping into his crotch fur. She suckled on him, offering slow, sensual licks, than rougher ones which caused him to grunt, as he grasped her mane roughly and pulled her up-and-down. The smile playing at the corner of her lips widened at his dominant treatment, her wide heart-shaped ass sticking into the air, her tail raised aloft desperate to be mounted. Suckles sounded while she drank down his oozing precum.

“I-I'm close,” he muttered and she pulled herself free, horn lighting up to materialize a magic tongue to continue lapping at him. Her hooves continued to stroke his testicles and his wetted dick, her maw opening wide and her tongue hanging out.

Suddenly the illusion was dispelled, and he was actually back in the airship, in somepony else's bedroom. And it wasn't Cadance awakening him to another lovely breakfast; it was Beatrix Belladonna who was prostrated nude before his stallionhood. He wheezed and tried to hold back, but she playfully stimulated his meat, mischievously driving her pinkie into the dark ring of his rectum. He whinnied and his flared cockhead erupted, geyser-after-geyser of splooge erupting over her lewd face forcing her to close an eye as cum sealed it shut, more spattering her nose and cheeks, shooting into her gullet and painting her tongue white.

She continued to milk him, smaller spurts still splatting her blushing face. At the same time she gargled his seed making certain he saw every moment of it, the spunk bubbling with a mixture of her saliva. She chewed on the gooey mess, sloshing it about her warm mouth, bits of his foalbatter and traces of his crotch fur trapped between her teeth and soaking her gums.

It was one of the most obscene things he'd seen in his life. And he'd seen some shit since Equestria collapsed. He tried to rise and stop her, but his entire body felt impossibly heavy. “H-how,” he whimpered still cumming a little even now. He'd never unloaded this much in his life, not even when he'd held back for weeks and had the most amazing sex he could.

She swallowed down his foaljuice. “Just some potions Flurry Heart and I mixed up to boost the mana in your potent seed. Oh, this part was all my idea. She has no idea what I intended to do with it. She just thought it would be a fun challenge to experiment and improve the forumula!” She raised an open hand to her lips and laughed in an exaggerated fashion.

She was wearing her open-fingered gloves that came to below her shoulders and high-heeled thigh-high boots, but her cone hat, cape, and leotard all decorated with stars rested on a coat rack nearby.

“Oh, I drugged you so you couldn't resist much, too. I knew a goody-goody Paladin like you would question the morality of doing this with your daughter, but I know you'll get over it once you realize how wonderful it can feel!” She met his gaze with huge, crazy eyes. The bed creaked in the gloom when he tried and failed to rise, soaked in perspiration.

She spread her supple thighs, eyes rolling into her head to match her lewd smile when she lowered her moist snatch onto his still throbbing mast. He grunted and shook, his length and girth easily parting the eager fuckhole, until she settled her weight atop him and took him all the way to the base, his speartip hitting the entry to her cervix. “There, there.” She patted his cheek. “Not so bad, isn't it? I was made for you. That's not even an exaggeration,” she explained starting to rock atop him.

“W-when...I was being...shaped in Trixie's womb,” she huffed with a low moan, lazily bouncing atop him, her potion-enhanced mammaries flopping about in a silly manner. “She subconsciously, unf, willed me to be the perfect mate for you! S-she used the Necronomicon's powers without intending to during the climax of the battle with the nemesis! Altered me before I was born!”

She'd ended up as some sort of strange but erotic hybrid between a human woman and mare, one that resembled Trixie but with a fuschia sort of coloring, her height and dimensions conforming to what Trixie believed he most lusted after. Not that she'd actually intended to create a perfecting breeding vessel made to sate his every need. Beatrix had been programmed from the outset to become his perfect mate, and even further enhanced herself with potions to suit him once she came of age.

Tears dripped down his cheeks despite or maybe because how amazing it felt. “Th-this is wrong,” he whimpered. “You're my daughter, for Celestia's sake! Ah! I-imagine the problems our offspring could have!”

“No worries!” She traced his muscles with her painted nails. “I was made to avoid any genetic anomolies! I'm perfect to receive your seed! Why fight it?” She rubbed her hanging tits over his sweaty fur chest. Grabbed his hooves and guided them over her bouncy, cutie mark decorated asscheeks. He shuddered, ashamed at how insanely desirable her found her.

She'd slipped some drugs into Derpy's and Sunset's tea, nothing that would hurt them just a small dose that would assure neither could interfere when she snaked him from his room. “Oh daddy,” she cried riding him. “Put a baby inside me, daddy!”

“You're crazy,” he yelled unable to ignore the heat building in his loins. “No...ah...” She squealed with delight when he edged on orgasm, desperately trying to hold it in, his face contorting with bliss, until he fired strands of cum into her drenched cavern, her nethers milking him, somewhere between a woman's and a mare's, her swollen clit winking while she contricted about his meat. She gasped and rubbed her belly, savoring the warmth that splashed her love tunnels with girlish giggles.

There was a blink when Flurry Heart manifested instantaneously in the dim room. She seized Beatrix with her aura which matched her radiating horn, pulling her free with a pop and lifting her up, his seed still slithering from her cunt. “Bad girl!” Belladonna kicked her legs, suspended in the air, suddenly bent over with her butt raised. “This is for your own good!”

She drew back at hoof and smacked her hard on the buttocks which wobbled as a red hoofmark appeared. “Ouch! I-I'm sorry!”

“You're not getting out of this that easily!” Flurry narrowed her eyes and laid repeated strikes on her plushy buttocks, striking them a deep red as she showed no mercy. Belladonna whined and cried in a melodramatic fashion, her sore asse continuously beaten until it was bruised purple, each smack making her quiver as her hanging breasts swung about, knocking into one-another. “Never.” Spank. “Ever.” Slap. “Do this again!” Whap. “Do you understand me?!”

“Y-yeah,” whimpered Beatrix who was gently set down after one more hard strike. Flurry immediately wrapped her forehooves around the witch, shushing her sister as she pressed her to her warm bosom and stroked her silky tresses.

Shining shook his head. “Let's just pretend this didn't happen,” he mumbled thankful that contraceptive potions were easy to come by. How would he have possibly explained impregnating his daughter? That she'd raped him? Yeah, he definitely didn't want to think about that, disturbed at how absurdly delectable he found her even now. “Flurry, could you-?”

She understood what he wanted with a blush, tossing a blanket over his body to obscure a still partially erect stallionhood. Belladonna reluctantly scooped up her leotard and pointy hat, holding them to her chest but not putting them on.

“I'll make sure she takes the proper potions,” assured Flurry who telekinetically lifted a vial, uncorked it, and emptied it down his gullet. “There! Should help detox that nasty paralysis poison soon. Come along, sister.” She shuffled her out.

After a few minutes he was able to stumble from the sweat, saliva, semen, and marecum soaked bedding, almost collapsing when he stumbled from the bed. His limbs ached and his muscles were taut. He immediately wanted to run to Sunset and Derpy, reminded of how much he relied on them. Well, he decided it was just about time they continued their mission.

The agony Sunset Shimmer felt grew worse all the time. It had reached a point where she could no longer hide it, and she'd used up the painkillers Redheart had warned her to use sparingly, fearing she would become an addict. After the pain forced her awake, she slipped away from the slumbering Derpy, and noticing Shining was absent, she sought a private area of the ship.

She knew the dangers of dark magic well. It was rumored that research into it had warped Sombra, who'd dabbled in it to better his Empire, then ended up corrupted by it, turning him into a cruel tyrant once he delved deep. But she knew some of the fringe spells weren't inherently evil. She'd been revived by necromancy, seen how it worked by Mother and the cultists working it, and decided she wished to give it a try. Her hooves were shaking when she drew the notes she'd written down from her satchel, as well as a unicorn horn shaped into a wand, a deplorable tool she was loathe to use. But her innate magic still fizzled out into colorful sparks. She studied the wand with heavy pale eyes, wondering what poor unicorn it once belonged to?

She heard a sniff from outside the small abandoned closest and quickly hid her stuff, Mr. Bear pushing the door open with Tree Hugger riding atop him. “Oh hey babe,” the hippie said with a crooked smile. “He smelled something funny and we decided to check it out, but like I had no idea you were here, you know? Sorry to intrude. You okay? You, well, look pretty bad.”

Sunset knew it was true. Sure, she was still beautiful, but her coat seemed more pallid and corpse-like all the time, her eyes increasingly losing their color to the point where she was now sensitive to light. Maybe she beelonged in the shadows now. She was undead according to Redheart. Her 'life' was nearing its end by the day. “I'll be okay. Look, come on in.”

She patted a spot beside her and Hugs slipped down and settled her posterior beside her. Mr. Bear also took a seat, the trio forming a circle. “Hey, ever considered coming to one of my meditation sessions? I mean, I know you're probably not interested in the free love stuff, what with your relationship with Shining and Derpy, but awaken your chakras and maybe it will help you control the pain?” She took Sunset's hoof, head tilted to one side as she stared with those perpetually sleepy eyes.

“It's an idea, but I had something else in mind. You can keep a secret, right?” Hugs nodded. “Here.” She laid out the notes she'd written down and the wand. “I planned to start dabbling in necromancy, hoping I could learn about my condition, and maybe do something about it. At this point I'll do anything...so long as nopony else is hurt, of course.”

“Don't know much about magic,” admitted Hugs. “But I'm totally willing to keep watch.” She caressed her cheek.

“Thank you, Tree Hugger. You're a true friend.” She smiled warmly and turned back to the sheets of paper where she'd written down what she'd seen during her time with the cult. She was still angry about what Mother had inadvertently caused her to do with the Necronomicon...but she'd mostly forgiven her. No use blaming the dead. Or herself, for that matter. What happened to that other world wasn't her fault. Still, her eyes watered recalling all the friends she'd made and now lost from there.

At least Spike survived. It was a small but nevertheless heartwarming comfort; the sole survivor of that other now dead world, unless she counted herself. Still, she needed to take what small victories she could in an Equestria gone mad.

First she started with a few simple incantations, holding the wand which glowed as it channeled the magic stored within. The words lit up. She then linked hooves with Hugs and took Mr. Bear's furry paw, gradually drifting into a trance. Her eyes closed as she drifted into a dream-like state, almost like she was walking another plane of existence...

It had taken some time to track down Trixie's magical signature, but Derpy fine-tuned her device until she pin-pointed her general location, and the moment it popped up Flurry Heart teleported away with Beatrix Belladonna in tow to track down their missing party despite Shining Armor's reservations. The pair appeared before the travelng party amidst the Everfree Forest.

Octavia perked up instantly, pushing Vinyl away who would slyly cop a feel whenever she could. She and the stallions paused from pulling a heavily loaded cart, walking a clearing amidst a sea of trees. “Thank Celestia! Are the others...?”

“Most of them are fine,” assured Beatrix with hands on her well-shaped hips. “No casualties on our end!”

“We weren't so fortunate,” admitted Octavia with a sigh. “Well, I'll explain later, once we're back with Shining's force. For now let's regroup and take stock of her current situation.” She swayed on her hooves from exhaustion, and Lyra rushed to her side, letting the musician lean on her. “Thank you.” Everypony present held hooves as Flurry Heart instructed.

Over the next couple hours they settled into Baltimare. Shining Armor and Octavia discussed recent events over cups of tea back in the mess hall on the ship, which his workers continued to rebuild and expand in accordance with Derpy's instuctions. With some help from Capper's coffers, he was able to hire dozens more onto his crew, adding onto its defenses and further fortifying the hull . He drained his steaming cup and wiped his mouth. “Better get back to work, I suppose.”

Octavia nodded, seated across from him. She stared at her tired reflection on the suface of her steamy tea, casually stirring a bit of milk and sugar into it with a fancy straw. “Oh.” She looked up. “Hello, Lyra.”

Lyra rubbed her red buttcheeks which the DJ had probably slapped well over a hundred times today. “Finally lost her. Ow, I'm so sore!” She plopped down next to Tavi with a thump on the stool, shaking the table and knocking over the teacup which poured hot liquids all over the musician's lap. “Oops! I'm terribly sorry!”

Octavia winced at the scalding sensation. “It's okay.” She rubbed at the burn mark with clenched teeth.

“Here, let me!” Lyra grabbed the cloth and started helping wipe her drenched thighs, then suddenly paused realizing what shw was doing, the pair awkwardly meeting with a shy look and blushing. “U-uh...should I stop?”

Octavia darted her eyes about and realized they were pretty much aalone. “Please, continue.” She'd never really thought of Lyra that way; they were both good friends and comrades-in-arms but no more. However, she'd noticed her cute quirks quite a bit lately, like the odd way she'd sit. Had she really moved on from Vinyl Scratch so quickly? No, more likely hern heart was looking for anypony that could possibly fill the hole, and Lyra was a safe choice. “My...condolences about Bon Bon.”

“It's okay. Never found a stallion that suited me,” she admitted continuing to rub the stains from Tavi's lap in slow, sensual motions. “Truth is, I never intended to become a filly-fooler. It simply sort of happened!”

“You shouldn't use such a vulgar term,” said Octavia who had to admit it sounded pretty hot.

“Hey, we're all casual here. Bon Bon met all my needs and her equipment worked just fine. So what if she doesn't have a penis?! Is that really important?” Lyra wasn't sure what posessed her but she suddenly leaned in and kissed her.

Tavi's eyes went wide for a moment, but she relaxed and leaned into it. This felt right, somehow. “Guess I'm a filly-fooler, too.” She wrapped her forehooves around Lyra, drawing her onto her lap while they make out. They started casually, then turned more intense, sloppily smacking with tongues dancing, her hooves wandering onto Lyra's smacked buttcheeks and massaging them. She kneaded them like they were a delicious dough she needed to properly mold into hot buns before she consumed them.

When Lyra reluctantly withdrew to speak she was panting, saliva strings connecting their maws. “S-should we take this to somewhere more private? I mean, we could be caught at any time?”

“A little fast, don't you think?” She smiled at the crest-fallen Lyra. “I'm merely teasing. After all that's happened to Equestria life moves fast and so do I. Vinyl's not coming back. At least, not as I knew her. I accept that.” She scooped up Lyra with a strength that surprised her, carrying her bridal-style back to her room, and throwing her onto her neatly-kept bed.

“W-wow,” said Lyra with a grin. “You're thirsty, aren't you?”

Tavi pressed a hoof to her Lyra's mouth, and crawled atop her, spreading her thighs apart. Normally she would have preferred lots of foreplay, but she'd already went over that with Lyra back in the mess hall; she wanted her now! She pressed their slits together, rubbing together the moist crevices, their lovebuds swelling and rubbing together as marecum oozed over Lyra's puckered asshole. “O-oh fuck,” groaned Lyra who was reminded of how roughly Bon Bon fucked her.

“Unlike pegasi who have wings they can use as extra appendages, or unicorn's who can fall back on magic, we earth ponies have to fall back on our natural talents.” Tavi smiled, griding down on her with audible schlicks. “But we have more natural strength and stamina than them. There's a reason why we breed the most. We're the best in bed. Insatiable.”

“Ooh, I-I like your pride,” practically squealed Lyra whose face reddened while Tavi continued to drive their messy, leaking cunts together, the air suffused with sexual musk. Their mounds similarly rubbed into each other. She leaned her head back into a pillow, Tavi peppered her neck with pecks. “Oh Celestia, Octavia, I...I love you...!”

“It's a tad early to be claiming that,” whispered Octavia who smiled in a delicate manner anyhow. Their slimy clams traced over each other, opening up when they started to wink, naturally wanting something to fill their gaping, glistening, hot pink holes. Squishes sounded each time Tavi dragged her cunt over Lyra's, her plush buttocks wobbling with each pass.

Neither of them noticed the subtle clicks of the doorknob when it was picked over their moans and bodily noises. Vinyl Scratch slipped in unseen by the duo, licking her lips as she stared at the lovely plots presented to her. She was more than ready to make beautiful music like they always had. She'd brought with her a portable music device which she'd retooled.

She sneaked up behind them, pressing her snout close as she could to their cunts without touching them, staring at their squashing pussies and assholes. Small spurts of marecum splashed on her muzzle, and she drooped out her tongue to taste a mixture of their clear feminine excretions, savoring the taste while she slurped it down. She pressed a hoof on Tavi's ass to hold her in place while she pushed the sound system close to their nethers, using her horn's magic to make it emit sound and vibrations. “V-Vinyl?! Ah!” Tavi and Lyra cried out, gushing over Scratch and each other as she drove them over the edge.

Vinyl laughed but showed no mercy, pouring on more soundwaves which made the duo shudder and their backlegs kick about, their nethers quaking as puddles spurted from their loveholes and thoroughly drenched the sheets. She kept this up until the pair finally collapsed from blissful exhaustion, laying peacefully in one-another's forehooves with tired smiles.

While she was a tad disappointed her own needs would go unrelieved, Vinyl patted their curvy asses and puffy pussies playfully, turning off the sound machine and using a fresh blanket to tuck them in. She dimmed the lights and locked the door behind her before she headed back into the corridor. She vaguely remembered what she and Tavi once had and felt no jealousy to see she'd moved on. Merely disappointment that she couldn't sleep with her anymore. All she could think about now was pleasure.

And so in pursuit of a hedonistic lifestyle that had consumed her ever since the magically enhanced drugs had kicked in, she wandered down the hallways, looking for the next moment of fun that would now give her empty life some meaning...

The dreamscape stretched out before Sunset Shimmer. A void of dark colors that swirled about like an endless sea of mists. She figured this dimension was a place of dreams which Luna once watched over and now laid abandoned. She focused and the tiny, almost invisible stars visible in the darkness slowly took shape. She saw the faces of the dead; Gilda, Bon Bon, Time Turner, Flash Sentry, Redheart, and then older faces, such as Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, to many to count!

She tried to gallop towards them but they seemed further-and-further away no matter how hard she pushed herself. Nor could she find Twilight Sparkle among them. “Wait! Please! I-I want to speak with you!” She saw even a number of her long dead enemies in their numbers, stars reshaped into the likenesses of anypony or creature familiar to her now deceased.

A pair of earth ponies approached. On closer inspection they were glittering earth ponies, crystal ponies, their multi-hued coats glittering, their manes styled in bobcuts. Their eyes had polygon shapes in them, the twins dressed as maids, complete with head dresses, stockings, and heels. They came before her and bowed low with a curtsy.

“Mother...no.” That name no longer seemed appropriate. “Foal-Bearer? Wet Nurse? Is it really you?”

“Indeed,” the sisters said as one, rising to meet her. “Welcome, Sunset Shimmer.”

“This is the oddest dream I've ever had,” admitted Sunset who soaked it all in. “This place is oddly beautiful.”

“There's only so much we're allowed to relay,” explained Foal-Bearer. “But I have the sense your loved ones are enjoying their afterlife. We certainly have been.” She waved a hoof at the countless ponies in the distance. “It's...difficult to describe what it's like. Just know they're at peace. Even ones like I who've done unforgivable things. Whatever deity or deities rule over Equestria, it seems they have no wish to see anypony suffer, even the bad ones.” She wistfully smiled.

Wet Nurse nodded. “You don't have much time left, Sunset.” She took her forehooves in her own. “Rather than interrupt the tranquility your friends are experiencing we came here to deliver a message for them. Know that they love you. Oh, and we've been given permission to share a special gift. You'll understand when you return back to Equestria. It will extend your life for a while longer...but when the time comes and the spell that revived you wears off you'll still crumble to dust.”

“I understand,” said Sunset with a nod.

Oh, and there's somepony else who wishes to speak with you,” said Wet Nurse. “We told her it wasn't necessary to step away from her peaceful reward but she insisted.” She cast her a bittersweet smile. “Stop Starlight Glimmer, if you can. She helped save my life. Now I want to do something in return for her. Not because I owe her. Because I consider her a friend!”

“I will,” vowed Sunset with a hoof pressed over her heart. “Oh, and Foal-Bearer? Whatever happened...I don't bear you any ill-will. It's a crazy world we live in. But I still believe in friendship. All I want is to make Equestria a better place.”

Foal-Bearer's eyes teared up. “Thank you, Sunset. Most wouldn't forgive me. You have such a big heart.” The twins embraced her one last time, bowed with another curtsy, than parted back into the dimensional mists.

Another figure approached, complete with wings and a horn. At first she expected Celestia, even Luna or Cadance, but this mare was much smaller. “T-Twilight?!” She ran towards her. “Twilight!” She leapt into her opening forehooves, the pair embracing. She started sobbing, overwhelmed by it all. “I'm so happy to see you!”

“Obviously,” teased Sparkle with a smile. “Thank you for looking after everything. Especially my B.B.B.F.F. Cadance would be proud. You kept the army together when it could have fallen apart. Anyhow, sorry to disappoint, but I don't have any special knowledge to convey. I just really wanted to see you!” They traded a friendly kiss, missing the good old days.

“It's a shame we don't have much time,” grumbled Sunset a little bitterly.

“Not to worry! Time passes differently here, so it will seem like a lot longer! Not in a bad way, of course. Isn't it fascinating?”

Sunset laughed and squeezed her. “Same old Twilight!”

“Granted, you couldn't have reached here without outside intervention. Whatever higher powers direct this universe have decided things are so dire they have no choice but to interfere. That's why they helped you reach here, and we've decided to pass a special power on to you, hoping you'll be able to put an end to this paradox. Otherwise, all realities could unravel!”

“I won't let that happen.” Sunset narrowed her eyes in determination.

“I know you won't. But I'd rather not spend our time together focusing on business. Let's relax a little, okay?”

“Sure. There's so much I'd like to share, but you probably already know.”

They sat next to each other on their haunches and discussed their lives. It was likely the last time they'd ever speak and so they wanted to get it all out now. First they got the important stuff out of the way, before moving on to more idle chatter, taking a moment to relive some of their adventures. A part of her never wanted to leave, but she knew the world needed her.

Eventually the dream came to an end and Sunset awakened. She stirred with a sigh, shaking out her mane when she rose. “What?” She looked to Tree Hugger and Mr. Bear who were staring in awe. Hugs took her by the hoof, leading her out into the hallway to take a better look. She pulled a pocket mirror from her satchel, taking a look at herself.

The first thing she noticed was that the pain was all gone. She was no longer heavy and tired, and the wound on her shoulder was no more. Even the knife scar on her bosom was gone. More importantly, she was sparkling and translucent all over, somehow transformed from a zombie with a functioning brain to a crystal pony. “Foal-Bearer...Wet Nurse...thank you.”

Were they watching her even now? What about her former teacher, Twilight Sparkle? She couldn't disappoint her. She and Starlight Glimmer were her students. Who better than her to put an end to an ally that had gone astray?

“Wow, you're hotter than ever, babe.” Hugs twirled a dreadlock. “Like, you're now the last crystal pony!”

“Crystal pony?!” Rarity's shrill, jubilant voice carried down the corridor, her hooves clopping when she galloped over with Spike running at her side. She squealed happily. “She's right, you look even more beautiful than ever! And I swear you're shaplier than ever too,” she observed pulling a measuring tape from her purse and wrapping it around Sunset's wide hips.

Sunset laughed. “Somehow I doubt it!” But she shot a subtle look over her shoulder at her hanging breasts, foal-bearing hips, and ample buttocks anyhow, quite pleased with the way her curves sparkled in a way that drew the eye. Moreover she tested her horn which lit up with a flare, realizing her magic had returned and feeling like her heart was swelling to bursting.

She felt Rarity's hooves and forehead on her butt, pushing her along to her room, in order to better look her over in front of a full-length mirror she'd had set up. Sunset shrugged and allowed her to, thankful the survivors were able to settle in so quickly. She'd track down Shining Armor and Derpy later, so they could all celebrate her new lease on life.

Maybe she didn't have much time left. But she'd make the most of her short life!

Author's Notes:

Hopefully a nice, relaxing chapter after the nearly non-stop action recently!