Never had Fleur de Lis felt so anxious. Reclining in her bed, she stared over her ample breasts topped with puffy pastel pink nipples, her toned belly, and her spread thighs, her husband pressing his flared tip to her welcoming slit. Fleur cooed with contentment, and he moaned with her once he entered her. She could feel his heart beating fast from her fingers tracing over his torso. “Ooh la la, mon amour~.”

“Oh, you know how much I love it when you speak Prench to me, love,” chuckled Fancy Pants as he gently cupped her tits, rolling them in circles while pushing in-and-out of her matching, pastel pink pussy with wet, noisy squelches and spatters of her juices that ran down her bright, puckered asshole. “You must be so eager to bear our first foal."

She nodded, her face flushed. "I-I've been waiting so long for this moment. I thought it might never come..."

“Trust me, my dear. The only thing coming will be you and I. Over and over~” He teased while pumping his hips firmly to make sure she took him down to the hilt. His horn lit, and his face scrunched in concentration while he worked an incredibly complicated spell, one that should be far beyond him.

Her eyes twinkled in fascination when a rune appeared on her stomach, bright pink and in the shape of her uterus and ovaries. She whined and whinnied when the craft took effect, a miniature orgasm rippling through her loins and her lower orifices clenching in need, inflamed and moistening with a primal, animal lust that simulated estrus and made her face fully flush.

She huffed and heaved her tits, holes clenching, milking his deeply buried cock, which made him grunt. “It's-AH~! A fertility spell,” he managed to gasp, barely able to restrain his need to immediately loose himself in her. “Twilight Sparkle taught it to me in return for our assistance. She also said this wouldn't wear off until I've seeded you at least a dozen times, my dear.”

Fleur happily giggled with a wiggle of her hips and buttocks, burning all over. “But can you keep up with me?”

“Oh, quite! Thanks to a fertility potion, my sperm count and stamina should now rival Spike's,” he boasted with a puff of his powerful chest and subdued pride, ready to fill her womb to overflow with their lovemaking.

Her giggles became louder, more girlish, and she hissed, “Prenez-Moi~!.”

Without needing further encouragement, he picked up his pace. He bucked his hips over and over, driving himself deep into the slender unicorn's birth canal. Fleur oozed like a waterfall between them, the glowing uterus and ovaries tattoo stimulating her sex parts and her brain's pleasure center, dulling her rational thoughts and making her obsessed with being bred to completion.

He, too, surrendered all common sense. All they saw through a haze of lust and love was the beautiful, outstanding foal they'd create through this intimate act. She traced his firm chest, back, and muscular buttocks, now in a sheen of sweat, moaned out her bliss.

“A-ah! Oh, Fleur de Lis, I-I'm close,” he groaned, unable to take her vise-like grip, that sucked his cock with moist schlicks.

“Oh, Mon Amour~” She beamed and poked his mustache, felt his flare locked in her cervix. “Please, fill my womb with your love!”

And just like that, all her ecstasy and pleasure soon became dread that made her blood run cold as a wicked grin spread over his muzzle. Her eyes widened as his body started shifting while he continued to thrust.

Light fur turned dark; his stylish mane flowed wildly. Her beloved husband took the form of a monster she knew all too well, his teeth turning into fangs that drooled over her bouncing tits. His nails became claw-like, raking over her breasts, making her wince at the nasty red marks he left over him.

His eyes glowed, and he snarled in triumph. “Gladly, my whore,” mocked Sombra, who brutishly slammed into her, making her shake, scratching her tits. "I'll give you all the rotten children you could ever need~."

“N-NO! TAKE YOUR DIRTY COCK OUT OF ME, FIEND!!” She shrieked hysterically, kicked, and clawed at him with bared teeth, flaring her horn only for the magic to fizzle out in sparks. He cackled maniacally, slobbered on her bare chest, and she whimpered through tears, body forced to betray her through the cast fertility spell the imposter had woven.

She choked out sobs, squirting on him, toes curling when she cast back her head with a pained moan of lust that filled her with renewed self-loathing. Horrible memories returned during the war with the Eldritch. How to save the alliance, she'd been forced to sleep with the bastard.

And worse, he took her in front of her husband despite her loyalty to him. Fancy hadn't blamed her, but she'd never forgiven herself. Her honor and vanity were shattered, replaced by humiliation and hatred. Not even with Spike's help could she overcome this overwhelming shame.

“Admit it, Fleur de Lis. Your weak husband could never satisfy you like I can,” he taunted. "You'd look much better in my growing harem of concubines. Now..." Tendrils rose from his back, the inky tentacles curling around her wrists and ankles, pinning her, raising her feet around the sides of her head as he mashed all the way through her cervix in a mating press, making her bite her lower lip in a wince, flare locked in her cervix. "Take my seed like the lowly whore you are~!!”

She watched in rapt horror, helpless, the tattoo shimmering and giving her an x-ray view into her womb when he loosed the first of his volley, packing his gooey filth into her churning, slippery pink walls. He grunted and pulsed, unloading a volume that overfilled her belly and kept it swelling up to the point where she appeared heavily pregnant.

Tears dribbled down her cheeks when the excess dribbled out her snatch and over her asshole. He yanked loose with a loud wet pop, still not finished, more bursts slapping her face and sticking and mixing with her running mascara, into her mouth while she whinnied and whimpered, over her tits, his dick pressing to them, smearing his thick sperm into them.

“You belong to me,” he chuckled, more of his clammy tendrils sinking into her lower holes, gaping them open and watching his sperm gush out and pool under her plush buttcheeks. “And as my property, you'll take every last drop of my seed until you're a walking foal factory. I can hardly wait to see what our children will look like~!”

“NOOOOOOO~!” She shrieked like a banshee, threw herself upward, awakening back in her cove within the pleasure gardens. Covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, she sat cradled in the dimness, thankful the noise apparently hadn't carried out the cave.

Her sheet was absolutely soaked in her wetness, and she cast it aside with a snort of disgust. Any pleasantness of her dream was scarred by the devil who'd ruined her life and indirectly led to her beloved's demise.

She rose naked and grabbed her halberd, its stylized tip shaped like her namesake. “Fancy Pants...” She touched her heart, rolled her fingertips down between her ample breasts, over her stomach, and wished they had conceived a foal. At least to carry his legacy into this world, a memento of him.

Her gaze fell on her stacked up armor, and she contemplated wearing it, but with a sigh and flick of her thick mane decided against it. In truth, the risk to this place was currently minimal. Though maybe some patrol work would clear her mind.

The rich gardens were quiet save for the distant rush of water, quiet chatter, and chirp of insects. She took a slow, sensuous walk with an exaggerated swivel of her breasts, hips, and buttocks, a vain reminder of her days as a model before she'd become her future husband's bodyguard.

She'd pretended to be little more than his trophy wife, a bit of eye candy that made stallions slobber and mares seethe with envy. Yet she'd trained hard as anyone to become a superb soldier, skilled in warfare and magic.

She'd dreamed of hunting down and finishing off Sombra. A trip into the Necronomicon had seemed the perfect opportunity, and unless the devil died at her hands, she and Fancy would never have proper closure. She squeezed her halberd, seething.

A sound caught her attention, and immediately her stance changed, her grip on her weapon tightened. "Who goes there," she demanded, ready to take her pent up frustrations out on the intruder.

A silhouette wandered out over the sand dune of a beach. He frantically looked about before spotting the mare with a gasp.

"Fleur? O-oh good heaven's, is it really you?"

'That voice.' Her eyes widened. “It can't be.” She fluttered her thick lashes with rapid blinks at the stallion before her.

Standing naked in the pale moonlight was Fancy Pants, rugged-looking with his once stylized mane messily drooped over his face. And yet, he smiled at the former model. That same smile that charmed the slender unicorn all those years ago.

"M-mon Amour?! N-no, I saw you die before me. This is just an illusion. This beach is playing tricks on me!" She refused to let her hopes be torn from her by another sick ploy.

"I-I thought so too.... I woke up from where I died, astonished I was still breathing. I spent many days trying to find you and...here you are," Fancy spoke before slowly approaching with his hand reaching for her.

Hesitantly, she kept her weapon high until his hand touched her cheek. It felt warm—the warmth of her lover. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body eased before embracing the nude unicorn.

Her voice edged on hysteria. "Mon amour.... I-I can't believe it's really you! When I heard Spike had been resurrected, I thought--no. Prayed that maybe you would be, too..."

"Shhhh," he brushed her long mane in his hand while nuzzling into her neck. "I'm here. We can be together again, my love."

"Oh, please.... Please, don't wake me up. Let this be true!" She sobbed happily, a feeling she hadn't felt in ages. Her lover chuckled before pulling her face up to look at him. His smile spread slightly.

"I can assure you, Ma amour," he whispered sensually into her ear. "This is real. I am real. And there is something I need you to do for me, now that we're reunited again..."

"Yes! Oh, yes!" She exclaimed, pulling him tightly to her as she gazed up, lovingly into his eyes, her mascara running. "I've dreamt of this moment for the years I thought you were gone. I'll do anything, Mon amour, anything for us to become one~!"

With both hands holding her face, he brought his closer as the two gazed endlessly into each other. Finally, with a broad smile to his face, he whispered into her ear what she was longing to hear,

"All you need to do... i̷s͢ l͝҉ e ̶͟͡t̕m҉ e̵͢ į̶̷͠ ̸͟͟n͜҉~̷̵!̢̀͟͢"

That same night the returning heroines exited Trixie's wagon, parked in the middle of the gardens. Most went in their own directions, Flurry Heart promising to make a report to Spike, who was still settling back into his homeland.

Beatrix sat by herself on the dew-speckled grass, still so wrapped in her own storm of troubled thoughts and feelings that she didn't notice that Lady Ewe had taken a seat by her side. The goat shepherd took a deep breath while looking up to the night sky. "No matter the universe or calamity, the stars will always illuminate the galaxy," she said softly before turning her head towards the sulking witch and placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a bit before looking back at Ewe.

“You have a lot on your mind, my friend. I believe you'd find a measure of solace if you shared them out in the open."

“I-I'll be fine,” promised the witch with a forced smile, rubbing at her cheek to hide any forming tears.

Oona shook her head, scooting closer before wrapping Beatrix in an arm. The shepherd's robes felt silky soft, yet warm. Naturally, the witch curled herself closer into her friend's embrace as she felt Oona's hand brushing through her hair. Finally, Beatrix let out a long sigh and gave in.

“I know teacher's not himself,” she mumbled with a sniffle. “I just can't get over the pain of him using me like that. For the longest time, I thought I wanted that. Him wanting me, depending on me, loving me even.... Am I that selfish? I feel so stupid!"

“Being hard on yourself won't take away the pain. This wasn't your fault, Ceann Oga,” the goat woman reassured before looking off to the far distance, forlorn. “Even without Zeloph's influence, I fear he would have submitted to the darkness once more. It's in his nature."

"I swear, the moment I find that abomination, I'll make him pay..." The witch seethed.

"No, Beatrix! Do not turn to vengeance," the shepherd warned, pulling her body around to face her. Her eyes remain soft, but her grip was firm.

"Zeloph is a pure unknowable horror! He thrives on stripping people of their humanity and watching their minds warp and unravel until any trace of who they originally were remains in memories. If you try to seek him out now, you'll walk away as something unrecognizable!"

"Then how do we stop him!?" Beatrix demanded, clutching Lady Ewe's robes. "Isn't he one of those Vice Lord's you fight against? Surely you know of a way to defeat him."

The goat woman shook her head. "Zeloph existed long before the Vice Lords were formed, Beatrix. He's only named under them because he found it amusing. Of all the foes I've faced, he's the most insidious and dangerous. I've seen many people lose their minds to his will. And it is a horrifying to think of what he'll do, should he claim another dimension to corrupt."

Ewe turned her head away in shame. "The only thing that can slow him down is resisting his call. If he can't get into your head, you have some defense."

Beatrix tilted her head. "Some..?"

"He'll trick you into believing in impossible things, or pose as people you know. He loves imitating people, and using their bodies to help ease your mind, until there's just enough room for him to slip inside and contort your form to his liking. He can't be fully stopped, and he will have your mind eventually."

"So there isn't any way to-"

"I don't know, Ceann Oga. That's why I'm here; to discover any new weaknesses or exploits to put an end to his madness once and for all. I promise I'll help you save Sombra from his descent to darkness. But ensuring this universe doesn't fall to Zeloph takes first priority."

Beatrix remained quiet before nodding. While none of this made sense and she still felt unsettled, she did feel grateful that someone was trying to help her.

They sat in silence for a while, listened to the soft sounds of animals, the tinkle of water that flowed nearby. Through the work of Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, it had become a peaceful place in Equestria. A variety of trees had grown with exotic fruit and vegetables. Looking between a tree close by and the witch, Oona stood up to reach for one branch and managed to pluck an incredibly juicy peach. She offered it to Beatrix.

“It's strange,” said Beatrix with a giggle and took a bite, succulent juices running down her chin. She munched on it, saying with a full mouth, “Who would've thought it was possible to grow trees with all sorts of fruits, even with magic?!”

“Many things are possible," Oona nodded with a smile before wiping some of the sweetness from Beatrix's lips and chin. "Your very existence is a miracle. The moment you embrace that, the world around you flourishes with wonder."

"I...I guess. Thank you, Lady Ewe, for being a friend to me."

"Not just a friend, Ceann Oga. There is much I wish to show you, teach you even. If you were to indulge me~."

Beatrix noisily chewed some more before swallowing. “Such as...?”

Her eyes went wide the moment she felt a pair of lips touch her own. The act shocked her to jump backward, her face blushing red against her violet skin. "A-agh! W-wait, what was.."

"O-oh!" Oona held her mouth while looking away sheepishly. "W-was I too forward. Oh, do forgive me. It's just, you never notice when I flirt with you, and..."

“Flirt with me?! W-wait, you.... You like me? Like, more than a friend?” Beatrix trembled, barely able to contain a girlish glee, shyly avoiding her eyes. For so long, she had looked up to Lady Ewe as a strong mentor. Never could she imagine the goat woman would hold intimate feelings for her!

“I've made no attempt to hide it, ever since our few journeys together,” Oona confirmed while tittering back towards the startled witch and holding her hands over her breasts. “You just always seemed to be so into others that I kept to myself. But make no mistake, Beatrix. I'm not a saint. I've longed for the loving touch of another for a quite some time. And with Sombra's recent actions heavily hurting you, I figured I'd offer a more soothing, healing touch to ease your pain."

“R-really?” Beatrix stammered, feeling like a school filly discovering one of the popular kids had a crush on her.

A rare, sensual grin spread the goat's muzzle as she leaned forward to wrap her arms under Beatrix's backside, her hands trailing up her back to make the mare quiver. "Really~" She whispered before resuming her kiss. For once, Beatrix felt lips that weren't simply hungry for her body or wishing to control her. These lips were tender, tasting her like a sip of warm coffee. How could she not give in and deepen her kiss?

It felt like minutes passed before the two parted their mouths, gazing heavily at each other while Beatrix whimpered under her touch. She pouted, Oona heavily covered in her robes while she only had her leotard and accessories. And yet, the young witch couldn't hold in her delighted gasp as Oona stripped her piece by piece.

Her body was shivering from being exposed, and having those soft hands explore and feel up her generous amount of flesh. A coo left the goat woman once getting a full squeeze of Beatrix's bosom.

"Heh, always exposing your girls like this. You make it very hard not to stare," she teased while running a thumb over one hardening nipple below exposed cleavage, making Beatrix whimper in embarrassment.

"E-excuse me for liking my choice in wardrobe. I-it's not like I wear so many clothes to conceal myself.... M-mmm~!"

"Fair enough~" She giggled before pulling away and laying her dreamcatcher staff onto the ground. Raising up, she carefully removed the hood off from her horns, her light cyan hair flowing along the braid. With a deep sigh, she slowly pulled off her long robe before tugging off the shirt underneath.

To Beatrix's surprise and excitement, Oona was incredibly well-endowed. Her breasts looked more bountiful than her own! And as the goat bent forwards to slide down her wooly pants, she boasted a motherly figure with large hips and a slightly round belly. Untrimmed hair hung above her mound, which glistened with eager wetness between her thighs.

“I'm very proud of my body, but as you can guess, to wear clothing too small would make me uncomfortable, both in wearing it and being stared at,” she admitted while blushing hotly, though her smile remained as she strutted back to lightly push her friend down. "But this isn't about me. It's about you. Let me take care of you, Ceann Oga~" She whispered hotly before gradually parting the witch's legs and kissed her way up to Beatrix's dripping pussy. She lapped and wriggled her wet tongue along the lips before slightly parting them with small, quick jabs.

“A-ah! Oh...oh, fuck~!” Her swollen clit peeked from its hood, and the tender tongue wiggled its way into her gooey, pink tunnel. She shook her hips, dripping down her butthole. “Wow. Y-you're really good at this~!” She squealed, squirting a little in her mouth. Her flush deepened. “S-sorry,” she mumbled, her marehood winking in satisfaction and further neediness.

Oona snickered before licking some of the nectar off her lips. "Mmm, your honey is far sweeter than I imagined. No need to apologize for providing me a sample~.”

“T-then let me make you feel good, too!" She insisted, pulling herself away to push the goat woman on her back, a startled yelp coming from Oona as she felt Beatrix kiss and suck on her ample flesh.

"O-oh stars~!" She whimpered, feeling her friend eagerly taste her before dragging her tongue down to her belly.

But just before Beatrix could reach the shepherd's honey pot, a rustle alerted them both as someone was coming towards them from a distance.

"W-what is-?! Ahh, just when we were about to--"

“There will be time later,” assured Oona, though she too looked miffed about the interruption. The two quickly redressed before walking towards the approaching stranger, who turned out to be Fleur de Lis. She walked tiredly passed the two, weapon in hand and body bare, sweaty and hot.

"A-are you okay, Fleur?" Beatrix asked. "You're not looking so good."

"Yes, I simply...had a rough night. I decided to patrol and see if any intruders were nearby, but I guess I got lost along the way," the former model insisted, looking up at the two before stumbling to sit against the wagon. "I-I'll be fine! Just let me rest a bit."

“Let me know if there's anything you need," Ewe offered. "I have ointments and medicine in my pouch."

The slender unicorn nodded and closed her eyes, her body easing into the wood of the wagon. Beatrix looked back at the shepherd with a contented smile before she decided to head back inside to get some sleep herself.

Ewe returned the smile in kind, but it disappeared as she looked towards the horizon from where Fleur came from.

She couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible was going to happen.

Elsewhere, it was a night of celebration for Sombra, who indulged himself with his queen, his would-be wives, and their closest handmaidens in his chamber. “Entertain me,” he'd ordered, and after that Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse disrobed and pressed their pussies together with a squish. The sparkly crystal pony twins dutifully carried out their orders with reserved expressions.

“Like this?” Cozy Glow selected a two-headed dildo shaped with a serpent's head on both ends, sinking it into herself and Diamond Tiara, the lamp's light enveloping the pair who giggled while they made love for his viewing pleasure.

Radiant Hope shot him a sour look, but let her sheer silk attire fall anyhow. She sat on the wide bed, parted her thighs, and pressed fingers into her sex which she drew in-and-out with messy schlicks, shutting him out to focus on her aimless masturbation.

He stood nude before his wife and daughter, who knelt before him, reluctance written on the former's pained face. “Daddy,” mewled Cerise Silhouette, who playfully smacked his flared cock and watched in fascination with how it bounced and throbbed.

“It...feels wrong to do this,” argued Inky Rose who winced. “I nursed you, changed your diapers, bathed you-”

Cerise smiled at her. “We're all adults here! Besides, like I told you, I'm pretty much Pacific Glow reborn! Didn't you used to do much kinkier things with her, even before you two hooked up with daddy?” She groped her mother's plush buttocks.

Despite her protests, Inky's wings unfurled with a pleasant shiver. Still, she fought against her attraction and longing for her deceased friend. “You resemble her so much, I-I just can't get over it. Pacific Glow's soul, embedded with your own by his sorcery? I do miss her terribly. I want to believe, however-”

“Don't overthink it!” Cerise mischievously rested her palm on Inky's head, and pushed it down, onto her father's vein-lined, precum smeared cock. She dove in herself, helping her lap at his twitching, fully erect tool which they worshiped.

Though hesitant, Inky submitted to her daughter's direction, mostly when they stared up into Sombra's face, which twisted in rapt pleasure. Wet pops sounded when they sucked and licked all over his cock and balls, drenched in their mixed saliva, their cunts wet and dripping down their inner thighs between spread legs, breathing in his and their potent musk.

Pretty soon, Inky was entirely lost in the moment, she and Cerise's faces fully flushed, burning. She whined a little in need, their marehoods clenching the air, trying to milk a dick that wasn't inside them. She cupped one of her plump breasts, and the much larger bust of Cerise, playing with the soft, squishy globes, slurping down his precum, which stuck to their moist lips.

His hands buried themselves in their manes, directed them while losing himself to this feeling. Within himself, he felt the Pony of Shadows playing on the darkness in his heart, which far surpassed what Stygian had ever been capable of.

He'd turned his need to conquer and dominate towards positive ends and expanded his empire until it was one of the mightiest nations in all of Equestria. Yet it wouldn't be long until his lust for all these fertile females overruled him, treating the ponies he once deeply loved into little more than slits to carry his children.

Upon looking back at the twins, he casually asked, “What kind of parents name their daughters Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse?”

The twin maids paused, still buried in their partner's moist snatch. “Those aren't our actual names,” said Foal-Bearer flatly. “In truth, we can't remember what we used to be called. We threw our old lives away when our parents abandoned us.”

“They called us perverse,” said Wet Nurse with a grimace. “But it's not like we asked to be born with this power!”

“Indeed, I can sense this strange magic within you two. Makes me wonder what else there is to it,” he noted, stroking his wife and daughter's heads.

The twins shared a subtle look. “T-true,” admitted Wet Nurse, who realized they couldn't keep their secrets forever. “We chose these titles for a reason.” She squeezed ample tits, and milk squirted from her nipples at will, dribbled down the slopes.

Similarly, Foal-Bearer's pussy became more inflamed and wet on command. “I'm especially fertile. I wanted to bear foals-”

“-which I would feed,” finished Wet Nurse. “We have these faint memories of other worlds, where we worked under Cadance, and with her permission birthed beautiful children through Shining Armor. If only that was our fate here,” she lamented.

Sombra approved, licking his chops at conceding these two to their designed fate. He looked forward to the many ways he could play with them later. But for now, he turned most of his hunger on Inky, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her onto the bed.

She yelped when he slammed into her, but relaxed into his desperate thrusts and stroked his fur-lined muscles, her free hand linked with Cerise's who watched him take her with a smile.

“Give it to her, daddy!” Cerise cheered them on, her eyes bright when they followed the bounce of her mother's plush tits.

“M-my king,” wheezed Inky, who panted, like him reduced to a bestial need, lustful to take his seed into her.

Suddenly his hands wrapped around her throat and tightened. She and Cerise's eyes went wide, while he relished the way she instinctively tightened around his flared dick, which he buried into her womb. Her wings fluttered, helpless to do anything but take his rough breeding, and Cerise rubbed her messy twat with muffled moans, biting her lower lip at his display of dominance.

She hissed and came on him in warm sprays. Her eyes rolled into her head with strangled gasps, closed, and she went limp when he choked her out, clenching further around him when he buried himself against the wall of her slimy uterus and flooded his limp queen with his virile sperm.

Grunts continued to arise when he packed her to the brim with warm shots that stuck to her walls. He dropped her, pulled loose, Cerise unable to do little more than tremble and stare in shock.

“Daddy? W-why'd you do that, mommy could have...” She sniffled until snot dribbled from her nostrils.

A moment of lucidity returned, brought on by a sickening feeling when he checked her pulse. “She'll be fine. Just unconscious. I...should have taken more precautions,” he chastised himself, afraid of himself, of how close he'd come to ending her in the heat of the moment to sate his needs. Yet the darkness refused to let him free. “Clean her up,” he ordered coldly. “With your mouth.”

“Dad....?” What had seemed like a dream had turned nightmarish, yet Cerise didn't dare disobey and sunk between Inky's wet thighs to lap the sperm and pussy juice that rolled from her slit and over her butthole.

Forced to bend over to do so, he landed a slap on his daughter's ass, which wobbled, and pressed his still erect flare into her winking cunny, insatiable.

He pulled her pigtails, landed more blows on her asscheeks, and she softly sobbed, confused but wanting to make him happy and proud. However, she couldn't help but worry about Inky, despite how easily her flesh still responded to him.

She mumbled, “P-please be more careful with her n-next ti-AGH~!"

He ignored her pleas, buried a finger up her asshole, which clenched around him. The Pony of Shadows reminded him they were his rightful property, to do with as he pleased. He was the absolute head of his nation. And someday he would be a God!

Yet first, there was the alliance to deal with. With the death of Spike and Twilight, their forces would surely crumble...

Somnambula knew it was suicide. Yet she refused to abandon an old friend. “Spirits protect me,” she whispered, and the Sphinx, who'd removed the arrowhead and patched her wounds the best she could in the desert, doubled back on the pyramid.

Thankfully after Spike's attack, the tombs were still damaged, defended only by a small army of guards who lined the area.

A column with the Necronomicon was placed at the treasury's heart, and a chair before it where Stygian sat, slowly turning the tattered pages. Whenever his eyes, heavy with dark circles, began to close, he was prodded at spear-point by the barechested, muscular stallions around him. “I would work better with some sleep,” the scholar argued in a soft-spoken voice.

“Lord Sombra demands results. He said to work you to exhaustion if needed,” answered one of them with another prod.

His eyes struggled to focus through the bright colors cast by the riches and torches around him. The torn up area was still covered in the cast about stones, and he shivered in the cool night air, unable to do more than proceed with trembling hands.

“Monsters,” hissed the priestess to herself. “Surely, my ancestors must be enraged.”

Her claws extended, and with a roar that made their fur stand on end, she dived in with her plume spread and fangs bared. She pounced and knocked several of them away in a cloud of gold coins that were cast about with clinks, swatted a soldier who dared train a crossbow on her with a paw, slamming him to the ground with a crunch. She hesitated to kill but broke his bones to disable him.

“To me, Stygian!” She swiped and slobbered, her slit cat-eyes glowing like she was possessed by her righteous fury.

He stumbled in his tattered robes and barely climbed onto her slender yet muscular back. “Th-thank you.”

“Hold on tight, my friend. We have not escaped yet!” She howled, and some of the guards cowered on instinct, but others readied crossbows on her from all sides, and she realized escape would require a miracle. And so she prayed for one.

The ancient spirits of the pharaohs answered her. They swirled from sarcophagi, which fell open to reveal mummified corpses below caked in so much dust, and the ghostly presences whirled around them like a tornado, screaming, not unlike the Eldritch. But these were benevolent and tossed aside the arrows that hurled towards them.

Some of the specters sank into Somnambula, filled her with warmth. She glowed in a golden sheen, rose upwards with a furious beat of wings. “My thanks,” she whispered with a tear and sailed past the pale moon.

All that mattered was their survival. In haste, Somnambula cursed herself for forgetting the Necronomicon, too focused on saving her old friend, yet she wasn't certain the accursed book would even allow such a sacred creature to touch it.

Guards yelled and loosed a hail of arrows that did nothing to deter her escape across the desert. His arms wrapped around her neck, and she took comfort she could at least save one of those closest to her.

A guard burst into Sombra's chambers. “Forgive me, my lord.” He swallowed and noted that the tyrant was busy with the entertainment of his lovers, still buried deep within his bent over daughter. “It-it's about Somnambula and Stygian....”

“What about them,” replied Sombra with little interest, not bothering to pause while he claimed his latest bounty with repeated thrusts.

He strained to find the words. “Th-they've escaped...”

“What?!” His horn flared with a crackle, and he summoned his blade with a telekinetic lift of his aura into his hand. His swing was so fast they were unable to track it when he lopped the guard's head from his neck. The offensive object rolled, and Cerise screamed, her face and breasts splattered by a hot, wet crimson spray that slapped her furred curves.

“Ghh~!” She instinctively clenched his cock in sheer terror and he fired his massive load into her.

The guard's body slumped with a thud. Diamond Tiara and Cozy Glow paused in shock, but dared not say a word against him, pretended to remain loyal to him, but hopeful they would survive this nightmare and be reunited with Somnambula.

Cerise pulled herself from her father. “W-why? He was just a messenger! You didn't have to go that far!”

“Don't question me,” he warned and wrapped a hand around her throat. She whimpered and slackened in submission. To punctuate his threat, his blade's tip poked at her erect nipples, a reminder he could easily sever them. “Clean up this trash and dispose him outside of my city,” he demanded, and the twins snapped to obey.

The sisters collected the corpse, and he studied the unconscious Inky. “Handmaidens,” he said to Diamond Tiara and Cozy Glow. “Bathe and put my wife and daughter to bed. They've had a most troubled day,” he said with a dark chuckle.

Cerise's maw quivered. “P-please...”

He pressed to her backside, groped one of her breasts, another sliding to her belly. Working a complicated spell with his uneven horn, a glowing tattoo appeared on her midsection, showing her uterus and ovaries. She twitched with a muffled, choked moan from the electrical tingles that stimulated her watery loins. “Listen carefully, daughter. You will not question my judgment again, do you understand me? Just keep quiet and bear your father lots of wonderful foals.”

“Y...yes, daddy,” she promised meekly with her head bowed. “Just don't hurt mommy. Please,” she added.

“As long as none of you disappoint me, I'll ensure no harm comes to you.” He dismissed her with a possessive swat on her rump. She squeaked and hurried on, his lustful gaze locked on her hips and buttocks, which swayed with her sudden movements.

Radiant Hope watched them all leave and curled her maw. “There really is no end to your evil.”

He stalked over and backhanded her. She gasped, and blood ran from her split lip. “Just as there's no end to your useless blabbering. Be grateful I don't muzzle you,” he warned.

Radiant stared him down with a heave of her breast. Below the warm skin that had healed over due to Bellatrix, unknown to them, rested a tiny shard of the crystal where her heart had once been.

It continued to slowly expand, had protected her and the twins when Zeloph had raised them from the ether in the Necronomicon and allowed them to take flesh, cloaked its presence lest Sombra claimed it.

A comforting warmth she didn't understand filled her bosom, made her sense that somehow, whatever befell her, she would be okay. The destroyed Crystal Heart had started to rebuild inside her, determined to protect its people...