> Lord of the Land
>  by Railgunner
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> Introduction
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“It is here! YESSSSS! Hah! This is so freaking stupid!”

Evan Lancaster couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear. The package he had been waiting for nearly two months was here at last, and not a moment too soon either! He had timed it well enough to get it while his parents were away. Twenty two the young man could be, but with no career prospects with the economy being down, and his own parents needing what little cash influx he could provide to stay afloat themselves, Evan had stayed home after he finished his studies.

Things were getting better, but it would still be some time before it all cleared and he could get anything he was qualified at. For now it was all simple, but grueling unskilled labor. A year of construction had burned what little fat Evan had on him after college, and now the young man was largely thin with a small serving of muscle, long blonde hair, bright green eyes and a handsome face in an otherwise ratter average package that was the one meter seventy tall young man.

But there was ONE package here that wasn’t average, and Evan was carrying it to his room.

“I cannot believe they really made it!” Evan chuckled a bit at the thought. Everyone had thought it was just a stupidly bad concealed scam, still, people like him gave a small donation for the fun of it. If the ad got him to laugh for half an hour he thought it only proper. “Even if it is just a damn prop I want to see it.”

Evan’s room was fairly simple; not too big, not too small. One computer, a self with many things, wardrobe, etc. What was surprising wasn’t that he had robot toys or other such things he collected as a kid, but the more recent pony paraphernalia that he had collected.

Like many adult men that didn’t think it would happen, Evan became a brony.

And, same as almost everyone else, it didn’t end up in a mess.

True that Evan’s parents were a bit miffed, maybe poking fun of their elder son here and there. His sister sure as hell made his life hell for a while, but it was all in good fun. Evan never made this an obsession and his family didn’t give him hell, so all was good in the end. The only problem was that extra income spent in collectibles could have been used on something else, but little pleasures were needed to ease the mind, lest you invite problems from only working with no downtime.

It DID give him a few… proclivities, though.

Then again Medabots had also turned the young man ‘robosexual’ as it were, so finding ponies sexually appearing wasn’t all that strange, as long as they came from MLP of course. Internet is one hell of a drug, and the things you find there makes it even harder to not ‘bend’ in some way or another.

So what was in the package then? Well…

“Let’s see if it is… it is! HAH!”

Within the box he had been sent was a helmet, that of a guard from Equestria. The ad he had, and many others, had seen offered real golden helmets shaped to be similar to those of Canterlot’s Royal Guard. It was obviously a scam as big as the freaking moon. Why, it even offered you the chance of going to other worlds even!

Not many people had pledged to the little fund me the ad sent you to, and most had done so because they found the brass balls the creator had to be at least funny. From what he had seen last, the guy at least got close to a hundred thousand bucks, mostly out of one dollar donations or somesuch. Evan saw maybe one guy that sent a thousand, but that was the biggest (and maybe most desperate) guy ever. Either that, or he was being dramatic just to add fuel to the fire of laughing fans everywhere.

“Ooof! You are REALLY heavy.” Evan grunted as he picked up the helmet. Gold wasn’t used in armor not only because it was as soft as butter as far as the average metal went, but it was stupidly heavy in comparison. “Wait… are you really made out of gold?” Evan moved it from hand to hand, noting the stupid weight something (that he thought) made out of plastic shouldn't have. “Fuck me! You are! Or you at least weight like you are...”

Well, it was either gold or something else, but it wasn’t iron, much less steel. Evan had an uncle that made ancient armor for a living. Grueling and very detailed work with few customers, but it paid a lot. He had played with some of his less stellar works as a child, and even helped around a couple years back. Helmets like this one should’ve weighed far, far less as steel, and nothing as plastic.

It was either gold, or someone had done a good job using something that simulated the weight.

“Come on, you can’t be gold…” Evan hummed to himself. “If you were gold, then the rest of the crap on the ad had to be true.” He chuckled as he lifted the helmet and placed it on his head, the weight making him wobble for a second. “I mean, who’d think that…”

A bright flash enveloped the room alongside a harsh banging noise. Were you to ask anyone else that saw it they’d tell you it was a flashbang going off, after they stopped either swearing or clearing their ears. For Evan it was far, far worse, and the young man found himself on the ground face first. It didn’t hurt, but his ears were ringing, his head felt like someone had forced a pneumatic drill right on his forehead for an hour and he couldn’t see jack diddly for nearly a minute.

By the time his vision cleared up the pain that assaulted his senses was largely gone, but not the annoyance. Evan could admit that he had been got, as clear as day in fact. If the helmet was gold, and he was going to send it to his uncle to have it looked at, he was going to melt it and sell whatever the hell came out of it.

“Maybe dad was right and I should be less of a child at times.” Evan grumbled as he looked at his room. Nothing out of the ordinary and he hadn’t damaged any of his collectibles, or his computer, during the fall. “Well, at least I only sent ten bucks…” He took the damned helmet off. “Maybe you’ll help us more than you thought. It may be very well worth the massive headache and the fucking scare if nothing else.”

And it certainly would. The only problem is that the helmet did more than Evan would ever know. Or at least, ‘this’ Evan.





“What!?” Evan screamed atop of his lungs, lying on a large bed in Canterlot Castle.

-Welcome [PLAYER] to Equestria. Please, enter name- Came a digital voice, apparently from within his mind too.

What had happened? Evan was losing it. He had been at home a moment ago and now…

Had the helmet really worked? Was he in Equestria!?

And what was this about a game of all things?
> Chapter 1 - Game of Life, or Game Life?
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“What is happening?!”

- Welcome [PLAYER] to Equestria. Please, enter name- The digital voice repeated.

Evan couldn’t help but pat himself everywhere. His hair was in place, his face hadn’t changed, hans were as they had ever been; still slightly too hardy for his taste from the hard labor he had been doing as of late, his chest was still as it should, muscles and all, and his legs were... Far less full of the dozen or so little scars he had earned the first month at the construction site. Those revar bars could fuck you up something fierce, it was lucky of Evan that he had dodged MOST of the damage.

In fact, Evan found most wounds on his body gone. He had been an accident prone child, so he had a lot of little blemishes all over back home. Some found it cute, others sexy, a few a demonstration of how clumsy he was, and others just plain ugly, with most people not really caring too much.

That also made him notice that, yes, he was nude under the covers of his impromptu bed.

…

He was also still five inches long.

Dam it.

If there was ONE thing he wished to have changed, it was that. He wasn’t ‘tiny’, but that was the one bit he found himself ashamed of, or at least wanting to change ‘for the better’. But no, apparently he got himself shanghaied into Equestria, like one of those fanfictions, only for him to be largely the same, other than the small healing factor that he largely didn’t care about.

-Welcome [PLAYER] to Equestria. Please, enter name- The digital voice repeated. By now Evan was less agitated and more pissed off.

“It is Evan! You fungggg!”

-Acknowledged. [PLAYER] set to [Evan]. New identity accepted. Welcome to Equestria, [Evan]. [PLAYER] will be still used as a generic term when needed. Please, wait for the [TUTORIAL] section to start- The digital voice droned.

Evan had to chuckle. “Seriously, what the fuck is going on?” He muttered, doing his best to not tug at his hair in exasperation.

As he waited for that voice to speak up, Evan looked around. He could see the relatively large bed he was in was, most likely, designed for a minotaur. He could see a few implements, such as the door that (probably) lead outside being quite large, as many of the doors were depicted at Canterlot Castle in the series, with the door he thought lead to the bathroom being far, far larger than any used by a pony, or even gryphon. It also had furniture designed for something of Evan’s height instead of the more ‘fun sized’ implements you’d find at any normal pony room or house, so either it was indeed a minotaur, or a relatively young dragon.

There was also a window leading to the outside. Amongst everything being so nice to look at and, now that he paid attention, also colorful, Evan had ignored the light being natural. In fact, everything looked ‘cartoony’ as in the show, not ‘real’, if you want to call it that. He himself was more ‘realistic’ than everything else around him, but not to the point he wouldn’t blend in. It was hard to explain.

The young man let out a sigh and lied down on the bed again. It was the comfiest he had ever felt. Shame he also felt lost, angry and, well, a thousand more things at once, some of which he couldn’t readily describe.

If he just had some information…

-Commencing [TUTORIAL] section-

Hey, look, smartass robot voice. At least that got a chuckle out of Evan.

“Wellcome, welcome, new player, to this fantastic game!” Came a voice that Evan didn’t really recognize. It was masculine, that much he could tell, but that was about the extent of what he could gleam. “I am pretty sure you are wondering about many things here, so let me make one thing clear sp we can skip that bothersome pleading and bargaining phase that plagued us oh so often back in the day: You are here and there is no way back, but you are also back home with those that care about you. Very rarely will this be any different unless you, the player, were in danger on your homeworld, in which case you are exclusively here and, likely, prefer it that way already.”

Well, at least that answered a few questions. It was so blunt and quick that Evan had little time to feel sad or angry about it, mostly because the voice kept going without much consideration for him, if any. Any question he could ever had was just plainly ignored.

“Now, I am calling you a player. Is this a game? Kind of. You see, you are, in a sense, an artificial entity in a very real world. You are what many would call a magic construct, but also a clone. Basically a mix of magical and non magical capabilities with an extra kick added in. Thanks to this you can absorb magic, but you cannot exactly ‘use’ it. You can, however, transform it into a permanent, but also consumable, form of energy that will help you affect the world around you as well as yourself. That means you can modify your body, mind and more, as well as those around you. Because of this ability you could consider yourself a ‘player’ in one of those games of yours!”

Evan wouldn’t go that far, but in a sense it was correct, or so he thought. It wasn’t exactly easy for himself to think about this like a game, but on the other hand it was a bit cliche. What he couldn’t help but wonder is ‘why’.

“‘But why?’ you may ask?” Evan did, and he  found the coincidence suspicious enough. “Well, some versions of a world are either in danger of some kind… or utterly bland. There are those of us that have a certain interest in these worlds being ‘better’, one way or another. Humans like you (And yes, you are still human despite everything) are incredibly malleable, thus perfect for this purpose.  What is that purpose? Well...”

There was a pause that Evan thought was for the speaker to breathe, but for all he knew whoever made this recording was just checking the script. It at least gave him a few seconds to prepare for… whatever it was that he had to do.

“In the case of the world ‘Equus’, or ‘Equestria’, there is one particular thing that happens pretty often.” The voice returned with a pep in its tone that Evan found… troublesome. As if it was trying not to laugh. “From time to time a version in which magic saturation, AKA what makes you perceive the world around you like a cartoon and helps ensure said physics are in effect, as well as what allows for magic to make its mark in the world, is too great. This effect grants gread advantages, but also dooms the world itself, or at least a part so important that the world will die off in time. While it makes life longer, on average roughly a thousand years, with medicine, alchemy and other factors changing that even more, said life can be quite empty in the later stages. Once the ‘infection’ grows out of control it slowly impedes the birth of male subjects, specially in equine species (or any other that uses magic extensively), be it all three common variants of pony, thestrals, saddle arabians, zebras, changelings or what have you. Your job as a very special magical (but not) creature, is to make that stable.”

Stable? How? Evan didn’t know…

“Through sex.”

The voice was at the verge of laughing, Evan just knew it! But at the same time he couldn’t care less because he was so damn shocked he didn’t know what to do! Sex? Seriously? He wasn’t going into an adventure, but a sex fueled campaign?

How did this work!?

“How you do this is pretty simple: You have to gain what your M.O.C (Magical Onboard Computer), that robotic voice in your head, calls [POWER].” The voice began to explain in earnest. “At first you will have roughly what any average unicorn in Equestria should, and what most other creatures would find around average: A thousand units. These units can be used temporarily, then recharged, with certain abilities, or permanently through changes for you or others to make them more… pliable and palatable to you and your sexual preferences.” Holy hell that made Evan grimace so hard. “And believe me: You will need to do that. We call this ‘game’ [Lords of the Land] because that is what you’ll turn into… if you survive. And yes, you can very much die. In fact it is very likely.”

Evan felt as if he was about to hyperventilate. Death was a thing that could happen to him? WHY!? All he had wanted when he pledged for that fucking helmet, a helmet that got him here, was to give someone that made him laugh a bit of cash! Why did this happen to him!?

“Question is, why would you do that? Simple. Like all games, there is you, and then there is everyone else, and some people out there WILL try to off you, take you away, use you or whatever else. This is no hack and slash adventure, but not everyone is going to be your friend. For example: Celestia.” Evan was about to demand to know why that was, but the recording cut to it right away. “First: Understand this - Magic is the lifeblood of this world. If you were to tell anyone that it is harming them, there would be panic. Second: You are, right now, believed to be here thanks to a cursed artifact (The object that brought you here). Trying to explain this particular situation will end in anything between your end (through a myriad of ways so extensive we can’t list it here), imprisonment, or, at ‘best’, you being ‘sent back home’, which would also end with your existence since you cannot exist back with your old self at the same time (Partly because there is no magic to sustain your particular biology). Third: Needing you, a single entity, to save this world (in a naughty sense) will not sit well with many. Using our previous example: Celestia herself. Considering she is the ‘traditional’ version of herself whether she fears what you may do or become, or simply wishes you away, she will do her best to… have no need of your supposed services. Her ponies come first, and you, no matter your goals and means to attain them, will most likely change things in ways she will not be able to accept without being ‘corrected’. A misguided attempt that will end badly for her, but in her mind that’ll be most likely better than you ‘owning’ the place.”

Well. This painted the most beautiful picture in the whole world, didn’t it? Evan did all he could to just, stay calm and, maybe, not scream out of frustration and, dare he say it, a bit of fright.

The voice didn’t seem to mind this one bit as it went on with this ‘tutorial’. “Okay, now think, don’t talk, just think and ‘say’ [STATUS]. This should get things going.”

Evan couldn’t help himself. He just snorted out a laugh. Status? Seriously? He was about to just get up when a large, semi transparent blue ‘window’ popped up in front of his face. He almost screamed his lungs out, but managed to shut up long enough to look at the thing.

It was… fairly normal for a status window in agame. The main page had a lot of menus that went to sub windows dubbed ‘Character’, ‘Inventory’, ‘Skills/Abilities’, ‘Traits’ and even ‘Options’. A quick check made it clear that he had nothing in inventory (Duh), no Skills, Abilities or Traits, and the normal Character screen showed bars that seemed to determine his actual Fatigue (Or stamina. The consumption of the orange bar was non existent as it stood), max fatigue, Power (The amount of refined magic at his disposal, blue bar of course), max Power and Spent Power, Health (Apparently less important because no damage was lethal unless certain parameters were in play) and the usual attribute  and max attribute stuff.

It was, all things considered, pretty in depth. It was mostly empty simply because he just started ‘The Game’ as it was.

“That should be enough time for you to check.” The voice returned assuming, correctly, that he was done. “So let’s get to business, shall we?” The voice took a second as Evan returned to the main ‘screen’ of his before resuming. “We’ll start with the ‘Character’ section. Here you’ll see a physical representation of the condition your body is in. Anything feels off? Check this up. Hoover a finger on whatever may not be readily understood or self explanatory. Also: No, you will not ‘level’ up as it was in most games you played. You can spend POWER to upgrade yourself, the same way that everything in this world does. They may think training and the like make them better, but ponies, and other species, subconsciously use magic to make themselves better MUCH faster than they would otherwise. If you trained to get stronger it would take you maybe four to five times what a pony would need to go from one stage of physical strength and durability to the next.”

What!? So ponies fucking cheated?! Evan was miffed, to say the least. It was an interesting bit of trivia nonetheless.

“Skills and Abilities comes next.” The voice went on, luckily ignoring Evan’s less than dignified mental outburst. “Skills are capabilities that can be activated willingly by you, usually by just wishing to do so (and fulfilling the prerequisites, such as being in contact with something/someone). Abilities are, well, your natural abilities (such as hiding, climbing, etc) that you use when needed or are always active. They are largely the same, and some would think they are interchangeable, so they stay in the same section. The more you use one of your skills, or abilities, the better it will be (if possible) and the easier to use it will get.”

The voice went to explain things in detail, but it all came down to this: All skills and abilities had levels. The higher the level, the easier it would be to use, the more natural it would come to Evan to use it, the less POWER it would cost to keep the skill active (or it would cost less to change something) and so on.  Basically relatively standard RPG game mechanics in certain MMOs and other games.

“Traits are slightly different.” The voice began as the previous section came to an end. “Say you get your first time with one of the many species in Equestria? You’ll get a ‘Trait’. It may be [PONY LOVER], [PEGASI LOVER], [UNICORN LOVER], etc. It signifies you have done the deed with that species. The more you do it, the higher its level, which will mean that particular subspecies will find you more attractive naturally thanks to your special circumstances, pheromones you’ll be emitting, and probably due to the fact that you will slowly act more natural and endearing without you noticing, if you do things right.. It will also add [MARE/STALLION CHASER], depending on who you banged, or even [FOALCON/MILF HUNTER/ADULTERER] or whatever other Trait you’ll deserve. Again, the previous laid rules applies. You can get Traits in many ways and they will be there to stay and to remind you of how far you have come.”

WAIT! Foalcon? Adulterer? What the fuck did that meant? Was he supposed to diddle a kid too?!

“Since ‘Options’ should be obvious (If you feel like you want to change how you perceive the world, but please, don’t fiddle too much), let us be direct here: Yes, you are supposed to ignore your preconceptions when it comes to this world, and also discard your morals.” All Evan could think about was ‘Shit’. “You have various objectives, and one of them will be to subdue those capable of ending your life here. In most cases this will mean Celestia, Luna, and whatever other beings are there. You MUST survive to save this world’s population, otherwise it won’t be only you who will suffer a ‘GAME OVER’ as it were.”

‘Oh, sure.’ Evan grumbled within his mind. ‘Why not put some lumps of pressure on top of it all eh?’

“Marriage, age, gender, etc. All that should be ignored. You are to use any means to get as many Equines pregnant. This, over time, with crossbreeding and your children helping manage the excess of magic, will save this version of Equestria. Of course no one is going to let you do that without some manipulation of some kind though, so you’ll have to do whatever it takes.” The voice was FAR too happy and eager for Evan’s liking. It basically told him to screw all he knew, valued and respected, and go on a fucking spree. “By the way, as an added ‘bonus’ for you to comply, your HP bar will drain whenever you aren’t having some ‘fun times’, and it will only recover fully the first time you do it with a different pony, with a bonus when you knock them up, the rest of the time it will only ‘heal’ you quite a lot, but not the whole thing. Just thought you should know since it probably won’t tell you if you hover over it.”

Okay. That? That was bullshit, and pure, unadulterated, abuse. Then again it didn’t mean he HAD to do it, but Evan was sure there would be consequences if he tried to ‘play’ the game he had been forced into and ‘cheat’ his way around this crap.

Problem is, Evan WANTED to live. This wasn’t what he had expected, or wanted, out of his fantasy, but it just cemented that he would be doing what was expected of him. Technically speaking he wasn’t going to be hurting anyone, just… bending a lot of rules and ignoring a lot of things that would just fuck him over back home, to say the least.

What other choice was there? Confess? If, IF, he was sent back and the voice didn’t lie, he would be… what? Unmade? Dead? Whatever it was, he didn’t want it. If he was imprisoned? Well, no sex would mean death.

Heh, death by ‘No snu-snu’. Fuck his life.

Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to croak. Not now at least. He had always wanted to live a long life, not forever, but long. Here, again, if what he was told was true, he would be able to live a long time, even help people (and fuck a lot too in the process). How long it took him to accept how things were going to go was the only question in his mind, as well as how much he was willing to change, and how fast.

But he WILL live and ‘Win’ this fucking game.

*DING*

‘It didn’t just do that.’ Evan let out a groan as he took the ‘magic’ (or whatever it was) window and went to Traits. ‘Of course it did. Why wouldn’t it?’ That groan came back, only this time it was loaded full of resignation.

Almost anyone with the simplest knowledge of how this things went would have done the same. Because now the ‘Traits’ section contained something he had just ‘earned’. It also probably had to do with the machine voice reading the description as soon as he hovered a finger over the damn thing.

-Minor Survival Instincts:

Rank: 1 of 1

Your prioritize survival and do what is needed when the time comes, but you won’t cross certain lines. This eases your mind towards certain moral decisions and actions when under pressure, but won’t aid you with something that otherwise have a greater, or harsher, impact on your mind (Such as ending someone’s life).-

‘Welp, you can fuck right off!’ Evan grunted within the confines of his mind, being anything but amused. ‘Still, I suppose it could be worse.’

“That should be more than enough time for you to accept how things are going to be. If not, well, tough luck.”

‘Oh, fuck you!’

“So let’s get to business.” The voice ignored Evan’s cursing of its name (whatever it was), and went on with its explanation. “If you aren’t in the Traits section, go there. If you are, good! Because we are going to spend some of your [POWER]. But don’t think you can just spend ALL you have! At all times you must have at least a quarter of the total on hand (Otherwise anything you buy will likely be useless), so now that you have a thousand to spare, you can permanently spend 750 to make yourself better. If you spend all of that, but want another 250 to spend, you will need to reach 1400 (total between already spent and what you have now). We won’t hold your hand though, so summon ‘Buy Traits’ with your mind and check what you may want to get. Remember this however: Some of them will also appear in the Skill tab, since they may need to use POWER during activation, or even consume permanent POWER! Don’t screw yourself up now, we don’t want you losing, do we?”

Evan wanted oh so much to just tell whoever it was to stick it up where the sun doesn’t shine, but at this point it was truly a waste of breath, or at least time. So what was there to do? Just think the stupid words and summon…

Well, that was a BIG screen with a lot of small boxes with names in them. There were dozens upon dozens of possible Traits to pick. It was both a surprise and an interesting, as well as absurd, thing to see. Hell, it made him laugh a couple of times. There were perverse things like ‘Addictive Cum’ of course, but other stuff such as ‘Pony Compatibility’ were far less clear until he hovered a finger over it, with ‘Hypnotic Touch’ making him raise an eyebrow. Hell, there were things like ‘Time Travel’ and ‘Morphing Touch’ that made him do a double take when he checked what they did!

Imagine: Time Travel allowed you to do exactly that, travel in time (Though only in this dimension. He was, of course, unable to go back home and ensure he wouldn’t get safted this way). Want to be Celestia and Luna’s daddy? Go back in time and fuck their mom! Want that stallion to be not so much a stallion? Morphing Touch to turn him all feminine and such and start developing breasts (udders), turning him into a sissy of some kind, with the added bonus of being able to knock ‘him’ up! That, and more, was there for him to buy and integrate into his body or ‘arsenal’.

But everything was kind of expensive. The least pricey stuff ranged from 100 to 250 or so. It was a tough sell… but his life kind of depended on what he bought, so he spent a few minutes looking it over.

Finally, he chose four.

Pony Compatibility was the first he bought, and for a good reason. It was the cheapest of them all at 50. Good that he did too, because the moment he bought it and lost that ‘power’, or whatever it is, Evan felt himself grow slightly faint for a second. This would repeat the next three times. The greater the cost, the more pronounced the feeling, but also the easier to ignore and overcome. It likely wouldn’t even be noticed latter on, if he ever had the time to get used to it.

But what did it do? Well, it allowed for him to have a small chance at knocking up ponies. In fact it was roughly around a 5% chance or so. The more times he did it with a pony, and tried to knock them up, the more ‘XP’ the Trait would get until it leveled up, making the chance raise. (Mind you that this worked with all Equine species, not just ponies)

Hypnotic and Pleasurable Touch came next. They were ‘cheap’ at a 150 each, but useful as far as he was concerned.

The first allowed Evan to make mental nudges when touching someone alive and smart enough (Things like wild animals, insects, etc, wouldn’t be affected). With words he could try to get whoever he was touching to think whatever he wanted, but it couldn’t go against the pony’s core beliefs, at least not until it was strong enough a skill as it consumed POWER, temporarily, while in use, with more POWER consumed the harder the idea you tried to plant in their minds was. On the other hand something they were already fantasizing about, or willing to do, would consume POWER far slower, or even none at all, if he was to ‘nudge’ them towards doing it. The effect would not be notices, and any changes treated as ‘normal’ by the one affected and those around them, as long as POWER wasn’t depleted during the action. If POWER was depleted though, the ‘spell’ could be noticed by anyone in close enough proximity and with enough magical experience to do so, with the ‘obviousness’, or the magical echo of Evan using the skill, being far ‘louder’ the harder the task at hand was. That meant likely alicorns, experienced unicorns and other such creatures could pick it close by if it was something small, or from Ponyville if he was really fucking someone’s mind.

Pleasurable Touch was just an ‘addon’ on the previous skill, so to speak. It made any touch he provided unto another to feel good, even pleasurable, or orgasmic, despite not touching erogenean sections of the body (such as sexual organs, for example). It also counted as a Skill and consumed POWER while in use, but in combination with Hypnotic Touch it made manipulating someone’s mind much easier and less harsh on both the user and the target’s mind. Considering Evan was here for sexual ‘gameplay’, this seemed like a no brainer. On the other hand, it was good in any situation without trying to change someone’s mind and being more ‘natural’ about it, though in a slightly cheaty way. Since all creatures are sexual in a way, this was a default ‘easy’ use skill, or so the description said, but it would be ‘harder’ or ‘easier’ to use the more sexually attractive/desirable Evan was towards whoever he was trying to turn on (with skill levels helping, of course).

Now, Addictive Cum was a bit iffy on Evan’s mind, but if he needed to screw to survive, and he needed to subdue those that can fuck him up  (not in a good way), this was a good Trait on itself. It basically meant that whoever ate or took his cum anywhere on their bodies (though the effect was lesser if it didn’t end inside the body) would slowly grow to want it more and more. The effect wasn’t malicious however; it didn’t offer a pleasure high, or was unhealthy if not taken, but the affected would be thirsty for human cum first, specially his, the more the effect grew. If someone got hooked it would be far easier, or just as simple and ask them to fuck, to get them going. Since he needed to fuck regularly to survive, like a damn Incubus, Evan bit the bullet and took this without second guessing himself.

In the end Evan remained with 450 POWER, but wasn’t sure of what else to get. He had half a mind to get Morphing Touch, but its cost was whooping 450, though, much like the other two, any changes he made would just be accepted for everyone else. It was tempting as heck, but it consumed permanent POWER, and he wasn’t about to cripple himself fully even if he had enough to buy the thing.

He said and he meant it: He wasn’t going to croak. Screw what anyone else thought, Evan was going to keep on trucking. He just needed to be careful and… well, accept that he wasn’t going to be exactly ‘good’.

A little *Ding*, not as loud as the first, caught his ear. Instead of a Trait though, it brought that male voice back. “The M.O.C probably has decided you have earned yourself enough aids to have a chance if this message is still going, so let us talk about POWER, hmm?” While Evan would’ve preferred not to, he did kind of need to know about it. “We said that ponies, and any other species in Equus, uses magic to speed up their training, change, adaptation, etc. This is true, but they constantly gather mana around them, even when they don’t use it. A lot of this raw mana is dissipated and goes its merry way, more so in Equus whose magic is overflowing to the point of harming its creatures, such as this one. YOU are capable of absorbing that raw mana and turn it into POWER, though at a great loss, not that it will harm, or even bother whoever you’ll be having fun with. What you must know is that the first time, much like your HP, you’ll get all the POWER you can. Any ‘try’ after that will give you a fifth, or a tenth (if you go at it with them again the same day) of the original. We don’t want you ‘farming’ the same person, hmm? We need you to help all over the place after all. This means that the average pony will likely give you between 10 to a 100 the first time, then far, far less than that. Knock them up and you’ll be able to absorb a lot more! And yes: Every time you knock that pony you’ll get the same prize, though that would mean you lived long enough for your children to be born so you could knock them again. Let’s hope your picks allow you to become a good playa, eh?”

All things considered, that didn’t sound too bad. He could very well just have to affect a few ponies, maybe not too many. It could very well mean he wouldn’t have to be too much of a dick to ‘win’ the game and be left alone to live this new life of his.

 Or, knowing how these things went, that plan would go down the drain right away. He opted to not hold his breath.

“Now, let’s talk objectives.” Of course. Luckily he hadn’t opened his mouth, but he was about to go ahead and apply foot, just in case. “Yes, you have to ensure this world doesn’t die, but we did speak about those that will screw you up if they can, either for personal gain, their belief in you being basically evil or plain bad, or any other reason they’ll use to justify getting you out of the way. If you are lucky, and better hope to be, you’ll be in a fairly standard version of Equus. If you are not? Well, best luck to you regardless. Your M.O.C can analyze the dimension fairly quickly and tell you what you need to know, that being the primary objective and any others you need to fulfill to get on top of everyone (Take it as you will) and keep this version of the world afloat. Most worlds have dozens of characteristics however, many not all that important, but they will take a lot of time to scan fully, so have patience and pray for mojo. That is all from us. So take care now, we want you succeeding, no matter if you aren’t exactly thrilled with us!”

‘Well, not like I can do much else, eh?’ Evan resigned himself. ‘M.O.C, scan… uh…  ‘dimensión’?’ He thought, trying to not feel extremely stupid while doing so.

-Acknowledged.- Came the robotic voice in his head. A minute or so in silence, or maybe a few seconds, and its voice came back -Standard Equestrian dimension Type 2: Excessive magical exposure for the world. Damage done… 53%. Male birth rate decreased by an approximate 33%. Pregnancy chance in general decreased by 12%. Complete infection within one to two centuries. Damage done by then… Between 95% to 100%. Best estimations: Irreversible genetical degeneration and magical corruption within a decade after that.-

‘Jesus.’ Evan rubbed the bridge of his nose. ‘So they are REALLY fucked or someone is trying to sell this with all their might.’ He took a deep breath and went forth. ‘More information? Objectives?’

-Type 2 dimensión version A: Standard. Roughly one thousand years of life. Story is ten times as long in this version of Equestria. Celestia has been waiting for her sister’s return for nearly ten thousand years. Analyzing further data…-

Evan waited for a second, looking out the window. He was surprised when he saw ponies, pegasi in this case, flying by, only they were still. It was as if someone had frozen time. Probably whoever got this going. It wouldn’t do for him to be found talking with himself, or doing some strange things like checking a ‘magic window’, right? Besides, there were skills to tamper with time, this probably was nothing for whoever got Evan in this mess.

-Current [PLAYER] has appeared one to two months before Nightmare Moon’s return. Exact time inconclusive. Dimension type A, subtype C; lighter themed. Example: Applejack’s parents are still alive. Overall difficulty decreased.- Before Evan could even think ‘Hey, that is something good!’ the M.O.C crushed that hope and the very idea. -Dimension 1º Quality: 25a; Celestia’s mind is slightly unstable thanks to solitude. Scrutiny will be heavier. Trust from Celestia automatically decreased. Danger increased slightly . 2º Quality: 130b; Changelings are more prevalent. Chances of capture and being used by a hive have risen. Danger increased. 3º Quality: 6b; Competent Royal Guard. Most Royal Guards will be harder to manipulate, change, fight, etc. Thestrals are fully integrated and conserve military heritage. Pegasi conserve military heritage. Danger increased. Further qualities may be discovered. Complete Dimensional Name [Incomplete-More Data Required]: 2-A-c-25a-130b-6b-???. Total time until full scan: Unknown.-

By now Evan had his face on his hands and he was cursing his luck. What else was there? Oh, right, he wouldn’t know until WHO KNEW WHEN. Maybe when Nightmare Moon came and fucked him over?

-Main Task: Population Breeding.

Equines of all species are heavily infected with excess magic. In time this will result in the end of the species. Find and breed as many of them as possible by any means necessary. Failure will mean the end of Equine life in this world down the line.



Number breed and number required: 0 of ??? (Insufficient data at the present time.)


Primary Objective 1: Subdue Celestia.

Celestia is the first hurdle in this world. She will not trust you readily and imprisonment, banishment or return to your world are all perfectly valid options to her. All of these will result in a ‘Game Over’ and your end, as well as this world’s own.


Celestia’s Suspicion: 15/100

Celestia’s Trust:  -10 /100

Warning! Celestia’s negative Trust grants 10% of its negative state (Currently: 1) of Suspicion per day.


Primary Objective  1 - Side Quest - Help Defeat Nightmare Moon.

Aiding when Nightmare Moon returns will ensure Celestia regains a reasonably ‘stable’ mindset, and it will greatly increase her trust in you, or maybe even lower it, depending on the outcome.

Warning! 


Nightmare Moon is a massive danger. You’ll need many skills, a great deal of luck, or ensure the right ponies are already with you (or simply prepared for her) for the gambit to work. 

Celestia’s damaged mind may not ensure Nightmare Moon’s defeat without outside intervention.

‘Ending’ Nightmare Moon in a way that harms, or eliminates, Luna will stabilize Celestia, but will have dire repercussions for you. It may even end in a 'Game Over' scenario.


 Primary Objective 2: Survive Nightmare Moon.

Whatever happens, Nightmare Moon must not win. She will see through you within hours at best, minutes at worst, and will do all she can to use your power for her benefit. Failing to defeat her if faced personally, or failing to stop her from defeating the Element Bearers (If the group is formed, but something goes wrong), will end in a ‘Game Over’.



Nightmare Moon may be defeated in many ways, not all of them positive. The outcome may greatly impede, or aid, your Main Task.


Other Objectives (Primary, Secondary or Side Quests) will be added when discovered/presented.-

Evan couldn’t take this shit anymore. He got up and literally screamed “Fuck this shit!” for all to hear. At least now he knew that there wasn’t going to be anyone coming over because they had heard him curse atop of his lungs.

He hoped so, at the very least.

But screw this! Was his life going to be a game? Fine! He could take it. Was it going to be a PORN game? He could deal with that too. Was it going to be a PONY porn game?! Screw you and everything you hold dear! Because he WILL do it. Was it a porn game with plot AND a chance of death? YES! And you know what?

It only made him harder!

Well, no, not really, but he was trying to get pumped. And you know why? Because life throws shit at you and no matter what you have to get up again, get ready and take EVERYTHING it can throw at you. EVERY. FUCKING. THI-!

“Oh! Um… sorry. A-am I… interrupting?”

Now picture this: A relatively toned young man, Evan specifically. Nude, more or less easy on the eyes, though diminished in that form thanks to his… eh… ‘less than impressive attributes’ in certain areas. He is posing, on top of a large, fancy bed, within a strange world, in front of a bubblegum pink princess that was looking at him with a mix of surprise, worry, and maybe the imperious need to hold her laughter.

Apparently the time bubble had decided to pop since the [TUTORIAL] was done.

So, what do we say to that, Evan?

“Fuck my life…”
> Chapter 2 - Pink Princess of Lust
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Evan was contemplating throwing himself off the window. He was pretty high within the castle. That made him FAIRLY certain that he would end up like street pizza if he did it. It was a beautiful thought while his face was, once more, buried within his hands.

Also Cadence was patting him on the back with one hoof. It made things worse.

The young princess was exactly as depicted in the series: Taller than the average pony, three toned mane, bubblegum pink coat, the whole thing. She also had her regalia and all. From what Evan had seen she also seemed quite approachable and nice too, though her attempts at ‘comforting’ him after his blunder hadn’t been the best.. At first Cadence had tried to look dignified before he approached the sulking young man. If she had been apprehensive, or even afraid of what Evan could do, the first impression had all but shattered her expectations in as many ways as you are willing to think of.

“I am sorry. I should have knocked.” Cadence said as gently as she could. Evan couldn’t see it, but the princess of love was trying her best not to laugh as he offered him a sympathetic smile. “It may be my aunt’s castle, but being polite is a must.”

Evan said absolutely nothing. He, at best, let out a grunt.

“I was coming to ask you about you.” Cadence admitted. “Auntie is busy these days, busier than I have seen her in awhile, and she has been… inspecting what brought you here.”

Finally, and with much resignation, Evan lifted his face ever so slightly, away from his hands. “What brought me here?”

Cadence nodded. “Yes. It seems so kind of spell malfunction, or even a curse! Nopony touches that kind of stuff without a lot of protection, so I guess it was well hidden, or you were very unlucky, mister…”

“Evan, Evan Lancaster.” Evan offered. “And I doubt anyone would notice back home. Magic is not real from where I come from.”

Cadence, for the faintest of moments, seemed to blink and reset. “Come again?”

“No magic.” Evan repeated. “It is a myth. No other ‘smart’, or well, sapient, species beyond us humans too. There are relatively smart animals and all, but that is it.”

“Oh…” Cadence looked down to the ground for a second. When she looked up again she had a very curious,  maybe even doubtful, look on her face. “But you… know what magic is. How can there be no magic where you came from then?”

“Books, comics, movies, games.” Evan shrugged. “Humans don’t have magic, true, but we have a big imagination. We couldn’t fly, so we invented planes. We couldn’t go to the moon, now we can. It is difficult, and costly, but we can go there, and beyond.” The young man chuckled as he saw the face Cadence was making. “Imagination, innovation, and trying things until they work. Maybe we don’t have magic, but we ‘create’ worlds where it exist… Then again, that is fantasy, make believe and even acting. If what you say, magic is real here, so two things…” He did his best to appear full of wonder and curiosity. In part, he was, in part, he (technically) already knew. “Your name, if you don’t mind, and… How does magic really work?”

At first it was like Cadence didn’t know what to say. From what Evan knew of the character, as he had seen the series, maybe up to the fifth season or so (he had lost track a bit there), he did know that she was good with statecraft and foals, that she was nice and all that. But just how much was the same, how much was loyal to the comics that he never looked into, and how much was this version’s original take on the mare?

“My name is Cadence, nice to meet you. And magic is… complicated.” Cadence began after she collected her thoughts, offering him a smile as she shared her name. “It is everywhere, in everything. Some things, or creatures, have more than others, or even use it differently. Dragon magic mostly works to give them strength, resilience, and resistance against both fire and magic itself, strangely enough. Ponies like me? Depends on the species. But all of us can use it, though it is mostly visible through unicorns.”

She demonstrated by lifting something. A small lamp in fact, on the small table that Evan had largely ignored and that sat at the side of his bed. The aura of magic was, unsurprisingly, similar to the cartoon, only seeing it for real made the thing look far less obvious; you had to concentrate to see the light at all.

“That looks like levitation.” Evan remarked offhandedly.

Cadence chuckled. “Well, yes, it is a very basic spell. It comes as second nature to most unicorns and is largely the most, and sometimes only, spell they use. Some develop a control that is complex and innate, others not so much. It depends on the pony, really.”

“But is it the only magic out there?” Evan tried to get Cadence going some more. If nothing else the conversation was at least pleasant, and it had the added benefit of, hopefully, puting that disaster of a first impression to rest. “Or is there more?”

“Much, much more!” Cadence smiled as she clapped her hooves together, the special shoes of hers making a gentle metallic ‘clink’ as they touched. “Invisibility, transformation, time dilation magic, elemental, arcane… Probably anything you thought of! I mean, dark magic, like necromancy and blood magic, is hardly used unless under supervision or sanctioned, which is very rare, but…”

Evan had to admit he was surprised there. “Huh… In most stories and stuff, those are usually ‘evil’, you know? Like demons, and stuff.”

“It… depends, I suppose.” Cadence conceded with a bit of a humm. “I mean, succuponies aren’t common, but they do exist, and aren’t evil. Though many don’t exactly like them, you know?”

“They… are?” Evan found himself scratching his head in wonder. “Succubus are a thing of myth on my world, like pegasi, unicorns and other things, as well as magic. But… well, succubus supposedly to be stupidly beautiful women that kill you when they are ‘done’, you know?”

“Oh! Nonononono!” Cadence shook her head and motioned the same way with her arms in a frenzy. “They are just extremely lewd and sexually active, you know? It is already hard enough for mares to marry, even to form herds, with how few stallions there are. Succuponies are rare, but they sometimes go so far as to hoard stallions, or males from other races, so most ponies and other creatures just… don’t like them taking their males away.”

“I see… Do tell me more, if you don’t mind?”

Cadence didn’t mind, and Evan had to admit, he learned a lot in the minutes they spent talking.

Magic of the mind, arcane powers, spells created through the elements, dark magic that required either sacrifices or a lot of control and more… This was quite different from the cartoon, but it had some similarities. The color of the auras were supposed to be the same, the visibility was different for… something. Evan didn’t understand the technical aspects of that. And cutie marks were basically ‘skill based’, and also dependant on what a pony liked the most (After all, if you do what you like, sooner or later you’ll get to master it, no matter how utterly garbage you may be at first).

Luckily for him, Cadence didn’t know all the ins and outs of the magic stuff. She knew a lot, but from what she told Evan there was enough knowledge and technical terms to fill a dozen manuals, or more, that would awe just about anyone. Evan had never been so thankful when someone was unable to fully answer his question.

He was also in love with the fact that Twilight wasn’t here to murder his brain with knowledge and questions.

By the time they hit twenty minutes of nonstop talking and questioning each other, they had arrived at the part that held more interest for Evan. Namely: Modern and general history.

It began with Cadence bringing something from their previous conversation back up.

“Hey, I remembered something.” Cadence muttered. She had been talking less and less the last minute or so. Why? Because she was lying her head on Evan’s covered lap as caressed her side. Did you know ponies could purr? “You said unicorns were myths on your world?”

“Yeah, and pegasi, and a lot of other creatures.” Evan reaffirmed with a slow nod. To be honest he wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while.

Cadence hummed in affirmation. “Are there ponies in your world, though?”

“Well, yes… but they are just animals.” Cadence’s closed eyes quickly opened and bored into Evan’s own. “I meant it when I said we, humans, were the only ‘intelligent’, as in sapient, species. Everything else is, ‘at best’, a smart animal. Ponies, horses, and any other creature other than humans, is just that. If you have apes, like monkeys, gorillas or the like, in here, then it is the same for me: We humans evolved from them.” Evan hoped that, at least, that was enough for Cadence to stop looking at him funny.

She did stare for a moment longer, hummed and closed her eyes again. “Our ancestors are horses, or so the smartest ponies say: Big powerful… and dumb. They were huge, taller than you, but had no magic or knowledge of, well, almost anything. At first there were only horses, then they moved to the hotter regions and evolved into ‘Desert Horses’. From there came the Earth Ponies and Saddle Arabians, if I recall correctly. Then the Earth Ponies also produced Pegasi and Unicorns, but when that happened most of the Ponies moved from the desert lands and away from the Saddle Arabians, dividing the species.” Cadence let another humm, now in thought as she fought to recall old lessons and information she hadn’t used in a long time. “Earth Ponies that stayed in the desert turned into the Zebra with time, then also moved away from the Saddle Arabians. Some Earth Ponies that lost most of their connection to magic gave birth to Donkeys and Mules, depending on some things that I don’t remember. Legend say that some of these Earth ponies with little magic went to the frozen wastes and found something that returned said magic, but turned them into Crystal Ponies in the process. Pegasi that stayed in caves and dense forest made the Thestral, but that is all since they are the more ‘stable’ Ponies magically. Unicorns were the most varied with their connection to magic: Those in the frozen wastes turned to dark magic, creating the now largely lost Umbrum, the ones in the forests and more in tune with nature, changed into the Kirin, with a few cults worshiping demons and creating succuponies in some process now long gone, though they are considered more demon than pony. Some even said that unicorns and pegasi alike hid in the swamps a loooong time ago, creating something else, but auntie has never told me what and the books don’t say much more than that.” She paused for a second, taking a hoof to her chin and a relaxing breath after her speech. “I think that is all for us… Did humans evolve like that too?”

Evan snickered a bit at the question. “More or less. We had a lot of ‘subspecies’ so to speak, but it had more to do with overall body structure and simple genetics, as well as a clearer or darker skin. Overall it was mostly a small difference in general ‘attribute allocation’ so to speak. Some breeds of human are better physically on average, others were naturally more mentally inclined and not so physical adept, but the difference is not so big it cannot be overcome with a different upbringing, training, studying or luck with genetics. It wasn’t as extreme as, say, growing wings and flying.”

“Sounds boring.” Cadence admitted without much of a filter as Evan kept rubbing her tummy.

Evan chuckled at that but he didn’t say anything. This was nice. He almost forgot he was in a ‘game’ and with a ‘timer’ that, instead of advancing the plot, would basically put him a few feet under.

Still…

‘Let’s see if this works… Uh… M.O.C, Scan Cadence.’

Without a word the ‘machine’, or whatever it was, let out a humm. A second later, as Evan looked down at Cadence, not stopping his ministrations, a small window popped on her body, slowly growing in size until it became big and clear enough for Evan to see.

It showed nothing surprising in the main screen, which, incidentally, was the ‘Character’ one. There was no ‘main’ screen for other people it seemed. All it said was Cadence’s full name ‘Mi Amore Cadenza’, her title/job if any (Guess what it was), if she was married/had a partner/children (Again, no surprises there with Shining Armor being marked as ‘mate’, but nothing more, yet) and other such details.

What surprised Evan was that this screen also hinted at her mood with a meter that went from ‘Elated’ to ‘Distraught/Furious’. Apparently she was up there as ‘Content’. It also hinted at her view of him with a meter that went from ‘Fully Trusted/Treasured Friend’ to ‘Distrustful/Hateful/Enemy’, and in this case it wasn’t so high as her mood, but it was at least in a ‘Relaxed’ position with him. Next came,  much to his chagrin, her ‘horny’ meter, for lack of a better word. From ‘Completely Satisfied/Calm’ to ‘In Season/Desperate’, with Cadence being now around the middle as ‘Largely Unbothered/Sexually repressed’, which was, admittedly, funny to read.

There were other meters that pointed at their desire for him, addiction to his cum and a few other things related to Evan. The poor young man didn’t know how to take it, but he had at least resigned to this being his life. If nothing else he had expected something like this crap, but he had hoped for it all to, well, not be, you know?

For Skills and Abilities? Well, she had Super Strength, Greater Toughness, Flight and Unicorn Magic (Fucking Duh), but also an array or simple magic spells that were largely unimpressive for an alicorn. The most interesting were the ‘love’ related powers, though, much like Evan thought, they were meant mostly for detecting love and help amplify the effects of positive feelings of friendship (Small effect), love (Larger effect), and… lust!? It apparently was an open secret that Cadence was as much the Princess of Love as the Princess of Sex, or that is what the skill description hinted at. It also seemed that she had a Morphing Spell too, much like Evan’s possible Morphing Touch, and at high level to boot! She likely used it to help couples and herds when there were… inadequacies, because it was high level and, yes, it also consumed permanent POWER from her (Magic  in this case), but she had a lot of bonuses that made it likely imperceptible, if it ever made a dent.

And for Traits? Mostly ‘Pegasi Born’, which meant she was born a Pegasus and, thus, had a great natural flight control. With ‘Alicorn Ascended’ (Minor) as a secondary. That one hinted at her having stupid reserves of magic, being able to grow them easily and being far more resistant to damage, magical effects and other such things than the average pony.

That at least got him to remember one thing Cadence hadn’t spoken about. “Hey, Cadence…”

Suddenly the voice of M.O.C assaulted his senses -WARNING! HP Under 20%! Game Over imminent!-

Evan stiffened, not hearing Cadence as she tried to get his attention. ‘What!?’ Evan asked. ‘HOW!? I was full when Cadence came in!’

Cadence’s window was supplanted by his own. It went straight to ‘Character’ and showed not only his HP Bar quickly depleting, but an icon, blinking furiously, with what looked to be a drop in three colors: Blue, white and red. Luckily for him, M.O.C decided to tell Evan what it was without him having to move an inch.

-Sex Starvation.- Evan wanted to facepalm so fucking hard. Still, this was ‘porn’ gaming, so… -The magic of the world is starting to get to you. Your own POWER is draining your life force. You require to consume new Magic and refine it to stop the process. HP Drain increased exponentially.-

‘How can I be ‘sex starved’ if I have to fuck nearly constantly anyway!?’ Evan screamed at M.O.C within his mind. ‘How could I ever go too long without having a fuck?’

-Masturbation and certain foods, drinks or potions can regain certain amounts of HP while cycling your magic and renewing it slightly.- M.O.C explained. To be honest, Evan thought that wouldn’t work, but he supposed it wasn’t so strange in hindsight. -The more POWER you acquire in total, the faster the ‘Sex Starved’ debuff comes into play, and the lesser the effect of other means of ‘renewing’ the timer will be. Min time for debuff to activate: One day. Max: One week. Periods of isolation are not recommended under any circumstance.-

M.O.C seemed to believe itself a comedian, didn’t it? Well, at least that gave him some time… not that he would spend that long without getting some. It wasn’t that he wanted it THAT much, more like he had both Nightmare Moon and Celestia to worry about. Whether he wanted it or not, he was going to need a lot of POWER to not get splatted on the wall or something. Also, to just not die one day because he didn’t get his dick wet fast enough, but again, details.

Suddenly he felt a hoof push against his nose.

“You spaced out.” Cadence brought him out of his recent troubled musings and also dissipated the status window. “What happened?”

Evan shook his head and tried to offer her a gentle smile. He felt guilty right away, but he had to do it. When he returned to his rubs, he activated the ‘Pleasurable Touch’. Instantly a bar, blue like the usual color of mana, appeared on the corner of his view as the effect began to take place and Cadence became slightly tense under his ministrations.

“Sorry about that.” Evan was genuinely sorry when he said that. “I just… I think it finally hit me that I am in another world and likely not going to go back.”

“Y-you surely will!” Cadence did her best to act natural and not squirm. It was both adorable and funny. “Aunty is l-looking into it right now.”

Evan could see how, every few seconds, ten points of his 450 POWER available were ‘burned’ temporarily. He also noticed his ‘mana regeneration’, or however you wanted to call it, helping immensely in making this burn slightly slower. However, Evan also saw that, because it was Cadence, and lust was probably her thing too, the consumption was much slower, because it was hinted at with a huge buff side by side with an equally huge debuff that said ‘Alicorn Resilience’.

Any other alicorn would’ve fucked him up by now. It only gave him a sad reinforcement to what he had already believed as fact: If he didn’t play the game, hard, he wasn’t going to last long.

In fact he was playing it and he was going to get done in moments.

“Maybe…” Evan tried to act calm himself as he spoke. “But most stories with a human going to another world usually don’t end with them going back, or with a happy ending in some cases.” He gave a simple and apparently uncaring shrug. “When I saw you, apart from the shame of our first meeting.” THAT got a chuckle, and small moan, out of Cadence. “I resigned myself to this either being a dream… or very much real.” And that wasn’t 100% a lie.

“I p-promise-e tha-at auntie will d-do her best.” Cadence stammered as Evan heard a *Ding*. Apparently his skill went to level 2 already, making the consumption slower, giving him more time. Alicorns were good training! “And we’ll h-help you with the c-curse’s e-eff-ects.”

“Effects?” Another *Ding*, more time, and more spasming Cadence. She was both so resilient AND vulnerable it almost made Evan chuckle. “What effects?”

“Oh… you k-know…” Cadence flat out gasped as she tried to contain herself. “L-lack of a s-sheath… S-s-size…”

Evan stopped instantly. Even Cadence’s complaining whiny didn’t get him to smirk, or act.

“That has always been my size.” Evan’s voice dripped with badly hidden anger, though where it was directed was not easily discernible. “And humans don’t have sheaths.”

Those were the most uncomfortable five seconds of silence Evan had been part of in a long time.

“Oh…” Cadence blushed like mad, her ears down, and muzzle scrunched up in shame. She didn’t rightly know what to say, so she went for the simple: “Sorry…”

With a grumble Evan went back to his belly rub while activating his ‘Hypnotic Touch’. His Power began to drop DRAMATICALLY, but soon it slowed down. Apparently the mix of pleasure coming from his rub and Cadence’s ‘Feeling of Guilt’ (I kid you not) made her even more susceptible. It had consumed nearly 200 POWER in mere seconds though, and slowing down to near the previous consumption only gave him a short time frame. Evan had little time.

“Let’s forget about it for now.” Cadence let out a humm as she nodded. “You said your aunt could get me back? How?” Evan questioned, or more like prodded, Cadence for an answer.

“We are alicorns. We are Earth Pony, Pegasus and Unicorn, all in one.” Cadence seemed to be more in control of herself, funnily enough, as Evan had both skills working at once. “I was ascended: I found my special calling in a way few others could. Auntie was born that way. We live a lot longer than most ponies, though modern medicine is helping with that, so I suppose Shiny will live as much as I will now, if we get a supply of crystals from the frozen wastes. What is REALLY different is that we have a lot of magic, and grow in power very fast, faster than any other creature. Auntie has lived a LONG time, so she has a lot of magic to call upon, more than me, a lot more. If anypony can do it, it is her. She moves the Sun and the Moon, you know?”

Well, that was a lengthy explanation for what little time Evan had, but it headed in the way he wanted it to, more or less.

A couple of *Dings* made him get back into the game. “And you said you could ‘fix’ what the curse did?”

“Auntie could. I could. It would be easier for me.” Cadence nodded slowly. Her eyes were only partially focused. “But you said it was no curse. That it was like that before you came here.”

Another *ding* and his Hypnotic Touch hit third level. “True, but you want to help me, don’t you?” Cadence nodded slowly once more. His time was getting short. Evan pushed much harder than initially intended. “Are you horny, Cadence?”

She let out a lengthy moaning breath before giving a very husky. “Yesss… I feel… needy… Your touch was… nice… And I haven’t been with Shiny in… days. He is so nice… makes me feel special and oh so GOOD in bed… But he is boring, bland… He wants things… safe… and he doesn’t want to play in all ways I want.”

Evan summoned Cadence’s status window once more while looking at his ever depleting POWER bar on the side. Her status clearly started she was ‘horny’ now, and the status bar was rising, with nothing else dropping, maybe even going up slightly alongside her need.

He wouldn’t get a better chance, and he had a very literal time limit and little option beyond taking it.

“Cadence, you need release, and maybe that got you to have a slip of the tongue. You want it, and you want to make up for being so rude.” Evan had to admit it wasn’t exactly pleasant to be pushing things this way, but he wasn’t going to just give up and fall down dead. “You got so needy though… You need release… How to solve both problems?” As he thought, his mind going a mile a second, more *Dings* on the background hinted at greater skill, with the bars depleting on the corner of his vision making him anything other than happy about it. “Why not fulfilling your fantasies and helping me at the same time? Make me as big as you wish you could have, with large testicles that could match a load for the large cock you wish for. You never get to fulfill your desires with Shiny, don’t you? Well, you are also the princess of lust, and I am someone from another world. What better way to be an ‘ambassador’ than to give all you can and show me the most literal meaning of your role?” Evan hopped that was all he needed to do, because he found himself going into a panic as the blue bar approached full depletion. If Cadence found out what he had been doing he would be toast right on day one! “You will think no time has passed since you were so… inconsiderate. You have spaced out and, somehow, got these naughty ideas stuck in your mind. Cadence, you will wake up in three, two, one, now.”

Evan could feel as if his heart was literally in his throat as he took his hands off Cadence and turned his skills off. Hypnotic touch was at 4 and the other at 6, all the while his POWER supply had stopped at 7. At best he had a second, maybe two, left, when he hastily ended his little foray on unknown territory.

He was fully determined to NEVER get this close to death again. As stupid as he thought this situation was, he didn’t want to be this scared ever again. Fuck, he had never, EVER, thought he could get afraid of failing in a porn game of all things! Shame that was his life now.

Or maybe he had failed already?

He hadn’t noticed it before, but Cadence was looking at him intently. Evan didn’t know if Cadence had been doing so since he stopped using his skills or not, but the fear gripped at him once more.

Had Evan failed and reached 0, only for it to slightly recover after he finished his first attempt? Was Cadence going to throw him in a prison or something? Or maybe she would call Celestia and he would be thrown to the sun? Fuck that ‘Land of Harmony’ bullshit! Everyone knew that ponies were fucking racist! He was done! GAME OVER MAN! GAME OVERRRRR!!!

“How long have I been out of it?” Cadence caught Evan off guard, making him jump a little in place. She looked a bit confused, thankfully,  not angry or ready for vengeance was good enough, so he would take it.

To his credit, Evan recovered quickly. “Crist, Cadence! Don’t scare me like that!” The pretty pink pony princess let out a very brief chuckle. “You just kept looking at nothing for… what? A hot minute, maybe two? I didn’t think that little ‘slip’ would hit you so hard.”

Cadence bit her lip. “I just… didn’t want to offend, you know?”

“Eh…” Evan waved the concern away, though it HAD ticked him off. Maybe it had been a good thing too. It was what made him man up and do what had to be done. “I have been told worse things. More so with those I had fun after the fact. People just can’t stop themselves.” And really, those times it happened hadn’t been what you’d call a disaster so much as they had been… awkward afterwards. “So don’t feel too bad.” He finished by placing a hand on Cadence’s belly again.

The effect was instantaneous.

Cadence bit her lip once more, eyes wide as saucers, body tense.

Her wings became rigid and spread as far and hard as they could, even slapping Evan on his chest with enough force to hurt a little.

The poor mare took only a second to turn her body around and get up on bed, but she did not try to flee or anything like that.

It all happened so fast Evan could only rub his chest and look just as he was: Flabbergasted.

“O-kay… What was that about?” Evan half grumbled as he looked Cadence’s way. “I didn’t think I was doing so badly with the belly rub.” Admittedly, he was half serious. He thought this reaction would be far from likely. In fact he was pretty sure Cadence would’ve loved it! Apparently he was wrong.

Instead of answering, Cadence just offered a nervous chuckle. “I  just… uh… Wanted to offer you something, yes! And sorry about hitting you!” Cadence’s voice was getting very close to turning into a shrill mess.

So Evan tried to act natural, patient and understanding, then try and calm her. “What would it be? Couldn’t you do that lying down?”

“NOPE!”

Cadence had a very strange smile, maybe a bit strained, if not deranged, as her magic all but flung Evan’s covers away, revealing his privates. Had Evan checked Cadence’s window, not that he would having such… ‘surprise’ forced on him, he would’ve seen that Cadence hada a very similar problem to his. She wasn’t being hurt because she was needy, but apparently, being the princess of love (amongst other things) made her a bit ‘crazy’ when she was far too needy for her tastes.

“Hey! What is the big idea!?” Evan DID know what Cadence was going to do, but he had not expected it to turn this way. The surprise, and a bit of the upset resulting from it, was genuine. “Why did you do that, Cadence?”

“Because, as the Princess of Love, I cannot allow this to remain in such horrid condition.” Cadence proclaimed loudly, to which Evan responded with a very genuinely confused face. “You know? Princess of Love? Alicorn? Like my aunt? She moves the Sun and… Wait.” It finally seemed to click in Cadence’s head. “You said no magic, right?” Evan gave a simple nod. “Who moves the sun in your world? Because there is a sun, right? Or are there more?”

“Earth, our world, has only one Sun. Some people call our system ‘Solar’, or just ‘Sol’, or other names, in its honor. It depends since people can’t seem to decide on anything. As for who? No one.  The sun doesn’t move. It is a massive ball of burning fuel whose weight makes all planets in the Sol system revolve around the sun, not the other way around.” Evan explained both quickly and hotly, mostly because he was turning like a tomato with Cadence looking at his member while paying attention (or he thought she was at any rate) to his little tale. “Again, what has it to do with this?”

Cadence blinked, shook her head, and faced Evan again. “Well, I am an alicorn. See?” She pointed at her horn and wings. “All the bits! But I was born a pegasus.”

Evan made an ‘oh’ with his lips for a second. He had seen it through M.O.C, but he had to act stupid. Not that it was hard. This version of Equestria could have many a difference when it came to ascension. “What does that mean?”

“Alicorns have all the ‘base’ tribes’ attributes: Strength and resilience of an Earth pony. Agility and reflexes of a pegasus. Magic and control of the unicorn. Some, like my aunt, are born with a duty to the world, others, like me, are ascended when we have special connections to something or perform incredible acts, but history talks little about either of them. Alicorns are very rare in general.” Cadence  explained with a little smile. “The important thing, at least for us right now, is that we get a lot of magic, and we can gain greater control, and a massive pool of it within our bodies, far easier than any other pony species. We may not have specialized functions or abilities like the sub tribes that came later on, but we are pretty powerful and have control over something special. That is why auntie, being that she is far older than me, is the one that can send you back home, because if there is anypony that can, and that has enough magic within, then she is it.”

That was all nice information, but as Evan was about to ask. “And that has to do with me being naked in front of you because…?”

“Easy!” Cadence said all too chipper. “I am going to make up for my mistake by making you BIG!”

Evan expected that. He still had to blink a couple of times to recuperate from just how happy and forward Cadence was being, though. He hadn’t thought she would be, well, like this. “Seriously?”

“Yep!” Cadence was way too serious. It was as if she had flipped a switch. “From your reaction before it was obvious my comment hurt you, so that must mean that size is quite… wanting.” Evan knew there wasn’t a way to say it that wouldn’t piss him off, no matter how little, but he was thankful for Cadence’s attempt. He still gave her a deadpan glare as she tried to hold a chuckle. “As I said: I am the Princess of Love. My job is to ensure everything is as perfect as possible when it comes to… relations. That also includes intimacy. So I will do my best to not only make up for what I said, but make you a male others will envy. How does that sound?”

Put that way Evan could hardly refuse. To be honest that was the only part of this that didn’t really make him feel like crap. “If you could… I… Well, I have to admit that I would be nothing other than extremely grateful.” And he was as honest as you can get. “But… if I were to go back, this being magic and all… would it hold together?”

Cadence let out a wondering humm, hoof on her chin for a second, before she just shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know if it will, but it won’t hurt to try, right? Besides…” She offered a salacious smile and a wink. “Even if it doesn’t, you can enjoy it here while aunty searches for a way to help you.”

Evan gulped. “Cadence…?”

The mare just snickered. “Just relax and let me do my thing, alright? I promise you’ll love it. I still have to make up for my mistake, don’t I?”

As Cadence’s horn lit up with magic Evan began to wonder if he had really done the right thing. His HP bar, already blinking like mad, had slowed down a bit as he began to feel something touching his shaft and nuts, but a mix of trepidation and doubt did get to Evan as he heard the voice of M.O.C reaching to him.

-Cadence BIOS update: Corruption Up.- It said in its monotone voice.

‘What do you mean ‘Corruption Up’?’ Evan asked as he felt a jolt go down his member. It wasn’t unpleasant so much as it startled him. He saw himself getting hard as M.O.C answered.

-Corruption: Various means of moral and/or physical degeneration to accept certain things more readily. Addendum: Certain corruptions are more physical (mutations) in nature and have a different category all unto themselves. Various examples of ‘mental’ corruption: Perversion, Aggression, Greed…- M.O.C listed a few more, but Evan was now focused on his slowly growing shaft, at least until M.O.C beeped and offered an update. -Cadence’s personality listed as… Caring, loving, sexual. Corruption detected: Perversion. Corruption caused by: Mental manipulation/coercion. Corruption at 12%. Approximate. Alicorn nature resists Corruption. Cadence’s alicorn nature welcomes this type of Corruption. In depth analysis required.-

Evan couldn’t contain a gasp and a few shivers as the effect of Cadence’s spell were becoming more prominent. His balls had grown quite considerably, and he almost had seven to eight inches worth of meat between his legs after M.O.C’s explanation. The mare worked hard, fast, and efficiently, and she also had a smile that Evan wasn’t sure if he liked it, or if he was terrified by it. Many fantasies that he had back home were crossing his mind, but now that they were about to come true one way or another, he was second guessing himself.

‘M.O.C.’ Evan tried to think clearly. It was hard, uncomfortable and, if he was honest with himself, also way too exciting to fully comprehend just how much he could’ve fucked up. ‘What… what other effects… does corruption have?’

-Corruption side effects: The one corrupting the target will be viewed in a better light/will be considered on friendlier terms than before/will be found more desirable by the subject. This may help the  [PLAYER] to acquire [FOLLOWERS].- M.O.C let out a few short beeps, as if it was searching for something, or maybe ‘thinking’ on what else to say. -WARNING!: Corruption may also lead to small personality changes, oftentimes in private or when it may be undetected by those that would notice, but sometimes these may act up in public if the change is too prominent far too quickly (Read: Mind Damage). Danger: Corruption is not POWER dependant (Physical or mental changes aren’t fully dependant on the PLAYER’s actions and/or wishes), as such they may be noticed by other individuals. Remedy: PLAYER caused corruption will be considered ‘natural’, like other POWER based changes, within 24/72 hours. Beware of large Corruption effects within a short time frame. Massive spikes in corruption can break a psyche permanently.-

Any sane person in Evan’s position would have been paying attention to the whole explanation, and Evan was trying. Truly, he was. In fact he had heard, and comprehended, all of it... The only problem was this: Evan was also doing his best not to have an orgasm. It was quite hard to juggle both things.

Mostly because Cadence had just gone to town and she wasn’t stopping!

He had thought Cadence would get him up to ten inches, maybe eleven. I mean, this was not a world of anthro ponies, they were basically like in the show. You know, quadruped and all. They were largely tiny, what with Cadence being around half Evan’s height. So ten to, at best, twelve inches was, or so Evan thought, a very nice size. Right?

Oh-ho-ho-fuck no!

When Evan had asked M.O.C, Cadence had already made him roughly around nine inches in length, with a decent girth and quite hefty balls. But she kept going after he hit ten. Evan had doubled in size in what one could consider the blink of an eye, yet the mare kept making him longer, wider. He was by now considered hung, but around the time M.O.C finished its report Evan would’ve been considered monstruous with roughly a foot long schlong. Thirty centimeters of cock meat was not small in ANY country back home, and he was sure it was decent for stallions in traditional Equestria.

Problem is, Cadence just licked her lips, giggled to herself, ensured his nuts were proportional and kept going… and going… and going. Now it took her some time once she reached that size, true, but it also felt like Evan was in the most pleasurable vice grip ever conceived. He could swear Cadence wanted to make him cum, but at the same time she took her time to make it slow, almost even painful!

“Aww… I think I can’t make it bigger…” When Cadence spoke those words Evan found himself shivering and in a cold sweat. He was already  one feet and two, no, three inches long by his estimations. She had basically tripled his size! How big did the mare want him to be!? “But I think it is so very nice now…” Judging by her hungry and lusty tone, BIGGER was just the right answer. “And the tip is so strange… It looks like a mushroom.  I wonder how it would feel…”

“Holy hell, Cadence.” Evan panted, almost out of breath. He felt sweaty, tired and horny. His cock was throbbing, slapping against his belly and chest area, and he didn’t know how to make that monster go down. Was it really that big now? Was it really HIS? He was still sitting on the bed, but the newfound weight made him feel like he should be laying down. “W-what… were you trying… to do? Make me… make me go… crazy?”

“Crazy?” Cadence let out another snickering chuckle as she got on her hooves and approached Evan. “If I wanted you crazy… I would do this.”

And, without even pausing for breath, that was it. Cadence all but engulfed Evan’s cockhead.

It was like opening a valve. Evan was no virgin, but his size had led to… complications when it came to getting someone to have fun. Now it would too, but for a completely different reason. Or it would if he wasn’t being sucked off by a pretty pink pony princess that also seemed to be a fucking whore! Wait!  Evan didn’t know where that thought came from! Nor where he was, in a sense. As soon as Cadence took him in her mouth he just let it loose. 

The pleasure was stupidly powerful, enough for Evan, already on the brink after he was toyed with and changed, to just orgasm right then and there. It didn’t stop Cadence though, in fact it was the inverse. As soon as she felt cum gushing into her muzzle she moaned, licked the cockhead whole, bobbed her head, making Evan’s orgasm grow even more fierce than the large nuts and shaft already made it, then pushed down.

But as much as Cadence looked to be enjoying herself, and the loud moans that came from her as she engulfed more and more of Evan’s cock seemed to point at her very real pleasure, that wasn’t enough for her. No, for her it would be enough to take ALL he could offer, and a good way to ensure his orgasm would last was to use her magic and her wings. How she would do it was readily made clear to him when Cadence’s magic went to rub his already aching balls while her feathers, as if they were her wings’ fingers, caressed his enlarged member like a perfectly expert hand.

Evan was doing his best to remain conscious through all of this. His whole body was spasming as the waves of pleasure ran their course, making him grunt and groan while his hands nearly tore away at the mattress under him. He had never had such a long orgasm, but then again never had an orgasm been linked to him living longer and mixed with stupidly powerful magic. The mix of danger and new experiences sure as hell had the biggest kick to it that he had ever experienced.

Long, pleasurable, and maybe even painful, yes, but everything had to come to an end. Maybe after minutes of gushing thick, creamy and gooey goodness that Cadence drank like so much water, but it ended. Or at least it slowly pettered down, and Evan finally managed to be conscious enough of what happened around him to hear Cadence gulping down greedily as the last huge spurts came out.

Panting, tired, near collapse, but very much alive, Evan could see how the red bar on the corner of his vision had disappeared. A quick look told him that he was still ‘Sex Starved’, since he hadn’t properly done it, but the debuff had largely gone away.

It was likely that he wouldn’t have to suffer that thing for too long though. Cadence, with a loud *POP*, let go of his cock, making him grunt again before letting out a last spurt of cum that the mare caught in midair like a hungry bitch in heat. Her hair looked disheveled, and even the perfect coat all ponies had appeared to be slightly out of it while her body glistened slightly, much like his. She was covered in sweat, and the smell of sex, and need, was strong in the air already.

“Mmhmm… I don’t know why, but that was the tastiest load I ever had.” Cadence giggled before she let out a little burp. “Excuse me.” She blushed. 

That made her BLUSH. All the while holding a hoof to her lips. 

Evan couldn’t even.

“E-excused.” Evan couldn’t really give a shit to be honest, but the scene was just stupid… Not like this whole debacle was anything but. “F-fuck… Cadence… I never thought… This could happen to me.” And that was the honest truth.

Cadence let out a very genuine laugh as she tried to sit down. Tried being the keyword. Her belly was… well, it wasn’t massive, but it made Evan notice that she looked grabid if nothing else. It also made him think back to the truly massive load he had been firing. There was just NO WAY that he had so much cum in his balls. True, they were big now, but even then it was just…

Again, he was forced to suppress a groan as he chalked it to ‘magic’ and also ‘bullshit’.

“I can almost say the same.” Cadence spoke with a pep in her voice that hadn’t been present before. “I mean, whenever I have used my magic on anypony they usually tend to last bellow the average for most of us, if not just cum immediately.”

Curiosity hit Evan. “And how long is that?”

“For stallions?” Cadence looked at the ceiling as if in deep thought. “Between fifteen seconds to a minute? Maybe a minute and a half? They usually just go right when I do something special on them. For mares? Two minutes to three, maybe five. They sometimes last a few seconds when I play with them.”

Evan nodded. So ‘quickfire stallions’ are a thing in this version of Equestria, eh? “Well… Human males usually last from five minutes onwards, usually.”  Cadence’s eyes widened. “The more experience, the longer they go. I heard of some guys that may even go for half an hour, or even hours.” Evan chuckled at that, probably being an exaggeration and all. Cadence, however, was wagging her tail like a dog. “Don’t get ideas. I didn’t have that much ‘experience’ myself. I could last maybe… I dunno, ten to fifteen minutes?”

For Cadence that seemed to be golden. In fact Evan could see a large wet spot right under her. “Ten minutes, for the first one. After what I gave you and your orgasm? I expect you to last a LOT longer than that, mister.”

Evan recoiled as Cadence leaned forward. “W-wait! That was the most intense orgasm in my life! Don’t I have at least some recovery time before we go again?”

“Nope.” Cadence answered huskily, her smile and gaze predatory. “My husband to be may be the stallion I love above all else, but he is so bland in terms of sex. Good, very good, but boring.  He isn’t very imaginative and doesn’t last that long despite how stupidly easy he makes me cum, but he doesn’t allow me to make things more ‘interesting’, like you just did.” The purr in her voice only grew as she approached the still hard shaft Evan was sporting. Whether out of need, fear, or hope, that he did not know for sure. “And I promised to make up for my how inconsiderate I had been, hadn’t I?”

It was at that moment that Evan realized it: He had fucked up.

He was quite sure that this couldn’t be hidden. Hell, he was surprised no one had heard their grunts and moans. For all he knew they had tried to rein it in and succeeded, but it could also be that a guard, if he had guards in front of his room that is, had gone to inform Celestia.

Whatever it was, that would matter little if Cadence got the nasty on for real. With how she had acted before? Fuck, Evan was sure that either her screams, or HIS, would shake the castle down to the core.

That, or with how tired he felt after the super orgasm from before, he would croak.

“Wait, wait!” Evan all but pleaded, though his cock betrayed him readily. “You have a husband?”

“To be.” Cadence reminded him. “And he knows what being the Princess of Love entails… So as long as I tell him, he will understand.”

Evan wasn’t so sure about that. He also didn’t have anything else that came to mind before Cadence was basically on top of him.

*Knock, knock, KNOCK.*

The knocks were both timely and terrifying. The first two startled them both, the third one echoed through the castle, or Evan could swear it did with how loud and deep it was. Whatever the case, he could see Cadence trembling again, and this time it wasn’t from anticipation.

“Cadence? Are you there?” The voice of Celestia came through the door and made Evan’s blood run cold. “Why was there a soundproof spell in here? Why did you lock the door?”

Evan wisphered as quickly and as silently as he could. “You soundproof the room? And locked it in!? WHEN!?”

“After I came back from my little trip to la la land.” Cadence answered just as quickly and discreetly. “I knew what could help you after my little, eh, ‘mistake, as well as what, well… what I wanted, alright?”

The young man groaned. “Fine… And you won’t hear me complaining. But what about your aunt? Because it is her out there, right?”

Cadence bit her lip and jumped down the bed. “Yes, yes it is her… Just… Give me a minute or two, alright? I know how to handle her. Just play along when we come in.”

It took a moment, but Cadence used her magic, opened the window in the room and, from what Evan could tell, ‘freshened up’ them both and the bed. It still looked undone, but more like used after slept, not as part of a quick fuck. That, and Cadence’s belly didn’t look massive anymore.

When Cadence opened the door Evan could feel time slow down. A few words were exchange. Cadence shot him a look, then she exited.

Evan managed to breath again.

Soon he found himself lying on the bed again. Now he truly felt tired, and scared, more so than before. He was once more on the edge, and this time it wasn’t as if he had a choice between jumping or taking a step back and doing what was needed. This time he very likely had a white hoof, clad in a golden shoe, about to push him over.

It was not a pleasant feeling.

So why not distract himself? He had, after all, done the deed, right?

Right?

He pulled the holographic screen once more. His eyes bulged as he saw something.

2450 available POWER.

Just… how?!

-Partial copulation achieved: Foreplay. Half of the total POWER absorption done. Complete copulation for the full amount.- M.O.C echoed within Evan’s mind.

‘I get so much out of one blowjob with Cadence?’ Evan was, to put it bluntly, amazed. ‘It is so much!’

-Incorrect.- M.O.C chimed in. -A thousand POWER units is a large prize for a normal pony. A thousand POWER units is nothing for an Alicorn statistically. Cadence has low magic wastage. A rare trait that makes spells with permanent mana burn drain a fifth of the usual mana, or POWER from a [PLAYER]. The gains from a pony witch such trait will be greatly lowered compared to what they should be.-

Evan frowned. ‘How much POWER should’ve been mine, then?’

-Scanners show a 10K increase with foreplay. 20K in full copulation. At least 1K during subsequent sessions the same day, and 2K once every new day. Total acquisition due to her trait: 20%. Exact percentage when compared to mana burned permanently. This trait is irreversible-

Evan couldn’t right believe just how much it would mean in, well, any  other setting, if this world was a bit different or, really, if he had just a smidge more luck. He began with a thousand, and if he did the deed with Cadence, he’d end with five thousand total. As it was now, he had three. Yet, had he been so lucky to end in the (more or less) perfect situation he could end with twenty one thousand POWER units.

That would’ve made this SO easy!

Too easy… At least for the beginning. He was sure that was likely the only reason.

This was still a ‘game’ so to speak, and he was here to do a job. He was the main character of her own story, but that didn’t mean he was on Easy Mode, so to speak.

Still, three thousand total POWER for him to use. What do?

Evan hummed, then it came like a ton of bricks. ‘Buy: Morphing Touch.’

But… why?

The desire, the order, came easily. Why did he pick that up?

-Answer: [PLAYER] particular fetishes.-

Evan didn’t bother holding a groan. ‘Are you going to chime in whenever is appropriate for you?’

-Affirmative.- Somehow the monotone robotic voice sounded smug to Evan. -Certain information and lore may be important/crucial to [MAIN OBJECTIVE]’s success.-

‘And how is mentioning supposed fetishes that I have any help at all?’ Evan said with no little sass.

-Acceptance. All [PLAYERS] in situation must understand it is unavoidable. It, however, came to be because of the [PLAYERS]’s desires.- M.O.C intoned solemnly. And before Evan could counter it decided to continue. -All subjects identified as [PLAYERS] have repressed urges and desires. That, and inherent adaptability, are what grants a [PLAYER] a chance by the makers of [Lords of the Land]. Desires for a huge family, pleasure, power and what is considered wrong in their world of origin, but not here. If they aren’t able to reproduce quickly, that is solved. Males become more fertile, more promiscuous, needy, charismatic and famous. Females grow male organs, focus more on reproduction, desire even more companionship, quickly acquiring what they could only dream of in their previous life.-

M.O.C stopped for a second while Evan digested what had been said. There was little way to say M.O.C was wrong without calling the machine a liar, and Evan knew it was, at the very least, right in a few accounts. Evan was, after all, a pervert, but those perversions were things he would’ve never acted upon back home, nor could he have done it anyway.

So how much could anyone in this situation fault the ones putting them here, and how much should they fault themselves?

-Current [PLAYER] has fantasies and desires he would never attempt back home. Here they can be fulfilled. Some examples: Incest, adultery, breeding, feminized males, large/hyper gonads, xenophilia… Some fetishes are more prominent than others. Exposure to situations in which they can be fulfilled will strengthen the desire…- Again the machine stopped, though  Evan could swear it was laughing somehow. Anyone living and with a sense of humor would likely find it funny anyway. Evan would still call them an asshole, but he had to be honest here. -Full compliance is expected within the week. A dream life, to organic lifeforms, even one perverted and ‘wrong’, as  generic human morals put it, is far too tempting once it is proven to be within grasp.-

Evan didn’t know if M.O.C expected an answer. Did it expect things? For all he knew, and since M.O.C didn’t answer, it just reacted to what it thought needed a reaction; information here and there, a hint in a timely manner, or an acceleration of something in particular.

Besides, what could he say? It was hard to deny what the fucking machine just unloaded on him. That, and it was largely right.

Didn’t make him feel less like he was going to be a little shit… yet. But, once more, he had really no options to feel less crummy, other than foregoing all he had learned and accepted, of course. Problem was that he had to do it pretty quickly or this was going to go to hell in a handbasket. But he would do it, of course he would… It was just hard to man up and do it like that, you know?

The moment the door opened and a white muzzle came in Evan felt just about ready to do whatever it took to not have an incensed Celestia dooming him to hell. He also noticed, way too late to do anything, that he had lied down without covering his maleness.

Hey, at least he wasn’t hard anymore.

Celestia had taken only two steps inside before stopping like a deer in headlights. She blinked, maybe blushed a little, much to Evan’s horror, then spoke. “I see what you meant, Cadence.”

“Right?” Evan slowly covered up, face burning, as Cadence trotted behind her aunt. “I don’t know how it happened either! But it was part of our conversation. You know, I had to make it a bit private. Touchy stuff.”

Evan cleared his throat, now ‘mostly’ decent. “Uh… what did I miss?”

“I just told my aunt about the… reaction you had to my scanning spell.” Cadence pointed out with a quick wink from her spot slightly behind Celestia. Clever bitch. “And how embarrassing it was, plus some of the things we discussed. I just forgot about the spells I used on the door, with what happened and all.”

“I didn’t even know you had used magic on the door.” Evan groused in a way that was there just purely for the act of it, though the fact that Cadence had done so without him noticing meant that it was far harder to see magic at work in this version of Equestria. A misstep could really screw him over. “Though… I suppose thanks are in order. I doubt it would’ve been pretty for either of us if anyone saw me flailing around while this.” He pointed at his crotch. “Happened.”

Clearing her throat, Celestia reentered the conversation. “Quite.” And while she didn’t look any different than in the cartoon, it was clear to Evan that her face was not as gentle as the one she usually offered her little ponies. In fact her face looked quite neutral, maybe even… angry? “Though it begs the question as to why you didn’t have any reaction when we carried you here with a levitation spell.”

‘Shit!’ Evan all but cursed in his mind while Cadence winced.

-Warning: Celestia’s suspicion grew by 5 points.-

‘FUCK YOU! SERIOUSLY!’ Evan took a deep breath to calm down. “I… don’t know?” Maybe a good bluff could go a long way. “Hell, when I first looked outside today and saw this, I thought I was dreaming! It looks to me like I am in a fantasy book, or a game. Then in came your niece, I changed, and we had a conversation when I heard something as ridiculous, but apparently true, as you controlling the sun of this solar system.”

-Warning: Celestia’s trust grew by  2 points. Celestia’s suspicion diminished by 1. Celestia’s dislike grew by 3 points.-

‘Fucking why!?’

“What is so ridiculous about my duty?” Celestia’s tone grew a little colder there.

‘Ah, that is why.’ Evan at least had the decency to look sheepish. “Okay, sorry about that, but you have to understand that, from my perspective, one that comes from a place where the sun’s gravity moves everything around it, not a person, this sounds stupidly farfetched.” He added under his breath. “Almost the same as being roped into this world after buying a fucking collector's item.”

-Warning: Celestia’s dislike decreased by 3. Celestia’s suspicion increased by 4.-

“Item?” Celestia’s ears had perked as much as her curiosity. “You bought what brought you here?”

Evan cringed as Cadence too looked his way with more than just curiosity. So let’s spin a mix of truth and lies and pray for the sky and the stars. “It was a golden helmet. An ornamental piece that would otherwise be incredibly expensive, but instead it was being given away for a stupidly cheap price, you know? Supposedly a replica of armor used for ceremonial purposes in ancient times, seeing as gold is one of the crappiest metals to make armor out of. I thought it was a scam, to be honest, I just paid the very, VERY low price because it made me laugh and thought it was worth giving a ‘donation’ per se. Never thought I would really get something made out of gold delivered home.”

-Warning: Celestia’s suspicion decreased by 3.-

‘Well, at least I came out ahead-ish? Please no more mood swings.’

“Why wouldn’t you want gold for armor?” Cadence pointedly asked. “It is very easy to enchant, and light!”

Evan decided to give two very simple and very blunt answers. “Gold is a flimsy  as fuck and heavy as hell as far as materials go. Steel cuts through it like butter. Maybe here it is different, but back home using gold for armor in the medieval ages was just for show if even copper, or bronze, is far more common, durable, easy to repair and, overall, cost effective.” That apparently shut Cadence up as she looked his way with a small degree of confusion. “Again: No magic. Besides, modern equipment supplanted swords, shields and metal armor a long time ago.”

Celestia seemed interested in this. “And what you use now would be…?”

“Yeah, no.” Evan decided to cut that line of thought right there. “If you have to ask, you don’t know, and I don’t want to bring the ideas forth either. Besides, I think we already have a big enough problem without me introducing industrial revolution to your ponies.”

-Warning: Celestia’s suspicion decreases by 1. Celestia’s dislike decreases by 1. Celestia’s trust grows by 2.-

‘Seriously! That. Is. Enough! Tell me again if some milestone is hit, like every 5 or 10 points!’

-Acknowledged.-

“I am thankful for your discretion.” Celestia’s voice brought Evan’s attention back to the conversation. “Though this still begs the question as to how you got here and how we can send you back.”

Evan couldn’t help but shrug. “Life back home wasn’t all that interesting, to be honest.”

Celestia blinked at that. “Pardon?”

Well, shit, he had fucked up, hadn’t he? “Work in, day in, day out, worry about money, have the daily grinder piled on you, politics, very little time to be with friends and… uh… ‘personal problems’ that I am pretty sure you both saw.” Cadence was quick to nod, Celestia less so. “Right now it may be the shock or whatever, I am sure I’ll start missing my family soon at the very least, but I am also in a land with magic and different species, you know? For now, as bad as it may sound, I wouldn’t mind taking this as some kind of vacation time. At least until you find a way to send me back. Mostly because I feel that freaking out would do me little to no good.”

It was more or less true. Evan would’ve been in a hurry to go back if he could, but he couldn’t. And M.O.C  had been spot on, in a sense: If he had to be somewhere else, forcefully, the idea of a world where he could let loose was horribly tempting. A gilded cage was still a cage, but in this one he had some kind of ‘freedom’, whether he liked it or not. It could for sure be far worse than this.

Celestia let out a little humm. “I suppose I see your point, but, and I hope you don’t mind me saying this, I don’t trust you.”

This seemed to surprise Cadence. “Auntie?”

“Cadence, a cursed magical item can do a lot to a pony, or any other creature. I doubt it is any different with him.” Celestia went from looking at her niece to fixating her eyes on Evan. “You may very well know what I am talking about, but decided to hide it, or you may not. I  must be careful with whom I trust.”

‘Well…’ Evan thought with an internal chuckle. ‘At least this Celestia HAS some sense to her.’ And with a nod he said as much. “I understand perfectly. I doubt people in my world would have reacted differently… In fact a few countries would’ve been far more… careful, than just throw whoever appeared in their midst inside a quite decent room.”

Celestia didn’t seem completely happy with that, but she accepted Evan’s sincerity. “I will still assign one of my guards to you, most likely tomorrow, though you can come to me today if you’d prefer to check whoever I find more suitable.” She gave Cadence a sidelong glance before mostly facing her. “Otherwise I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have Cadence looking after you for today. She has to go as a diplomatic envoy soon, minor princess duties to practice for when her role takes most of her time, but she’ll be in and out from time to time. Having a friend here already should be good for you, and iron out a few of Cadence’s own kinks when it comes to diplomacy along the way.”

Cadence’s pink fur turned strawberry colored. “Auntie!”

“Just calling it what it is.” Celestia snickered, apparently in a better mood. “You can show him around, maybe even meet some of the delegations from Zebrica, or the envoys from within our country that are still around with their reports or waiting for their business to finish before departing. Maybe take him to meet your stallion? I am not opposed to give him some freedom, of course.” For a second Celestia sent Evan a look that could kill. “Given, of course, that he grants me no reason whatsoever to be far more strict.”

Evan lifted a hand and the other went to his chest. “I swear that if I do anything, it will be to try and help  your little ponies.” Then looked down. “So long as  I get some pants or whatever so I don’t go around naked. I did come here with clothes, didn’t I?”

Celestia blinked, then made a little surprised face. “So that was the dust around you. We thought it was most of your coat that got burned with that strange teleport. Cursed items moving creatures around tend to not… work fully as intended.”

“Well, partly?” Evan frowned. “I mean, humans don’t have coats. We do have some hair around our bodies, and crotch, but mostly on the head. From what I saw all of my hair, other than my head, is gone, so that probably got incinerated, yes.”

The alabaster alicorn gave a quick nod and a gentle, and apparently sincere, smile. “Thanks for the information. The more I know, the faster I can do this, barring any problems. Every little detail will help, no matter how small. But for the time being I will get one of my seamstresses and help her so we can make something for you with the measurements we took in a few minutes.” She appeared to bit her lip for a second. “It may be a bit snug down there, but I’ll help enchant it so as to make it… spacious. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Hey, whatever works.” Evan shrugged once more. “Right now this is far more than I ever expected if something as crazy as this happened to me... or anyone else, for that matter.”

Celestia nodded and turned around. “Then, if you’ll excuse me. I will have this done in a minute or two, then I will go get the list of guards I was reviewing for the job.” She did give Cadence a pointed look that the pink mare returned before she opened the door though. “Take care, and see you soon.” Then she left.

And Evan finally breathed in relief the moment the door closed behind her.

“Holy. FUCK. That was intense.” He muttered in a half dead voice as he fell on the bed once more. “I thought she was going to magic me to death or something.”

Cadence did her best not to laugh as she approached his bed. “Well, auntie can be very intense when she wants. She tries to be nice, but not everyone has good intentions, not even ponies. Though it was surprising just how mistrustful she was of you, I’ll admit.” She sat in front of him with a light smile, though it was obvious she wanted more than that. “So… what do you want to do? It is still early, so we could go somewhere, as auntie said.”

Evan lifted himself ever so slightly to look at Cadence. “What do you mean?”

“Like I said: Auntie said so.” The mare let out a little shrug. “Want to wait until you have your clothes and ask her about what guard will be with you? She’ll tell you tomorrow anyway, but I wouldn’t fault you if you are nervous and prefer something else. We could also go and I could show you the castle grounds, the gardens, dining room. I am pretty sure we could find ponies from one of the cities around Equestria, a Zebra, or somepony else that may want to chat with you… Or we could go to the barracks and see my hubby to be, if you want to meet Shining.” That salacious smirk on Cadence was there once more. Only this time it looked like she had something already planned. “We could even have more fun that way. I do want to finish what we started, and more.”

Evan shuddered, his cock again stirring under the bed covers. But the question was a good one. What to do?



Option 1: Evan can go with Celestia and meet his new guard. Though with Celestia being on edge, the prospect is not pleasant. - Default: Thestral. Fetishes: Male on male.  Feminization: Stallion to Femstallion (sissy). Adultery. Anal sex. Belly bulge. Beginning of Corruption. Cum inflation. This option will end the day. This option will, otherwise, take part of the next day. No chance to bond more with Cadence. No chance to meet other ponies.

Option 2: Evan could also very well tour the palace. It will likely end up with some diplomats and a raunchy time - Default: Zebra diplomats. Fetishes: Trio. Male on  male (Femstallion default), Male on Female. MMF. Anal Sex. Vaginal Sex. Incest (Brother and sister. Light). Belly Bulge. Cum Inflation. This option will likely (Secret dice throw dependant! You won’t know until the end, but I will.) end the day. Slight chance to bond more with Cadence.

Option 3: Alternatively, Evan could go with Cadence to meet Shining, or do something else along those lines… - Default: Fetishes: Adultery (Guaranteed). MF (Possible). MM (Possible). Stallion t o Femstalion (Possible). Growth (Possible). Anal Sex (Possible). Vaginal Sex (Possible). Cum Inflation (Guaranteed). Belly bulging (Guaranteed). Corruption (Guaranteed). A truckload of naughtiness and greatly dependant on my mood/your ideas. This option will end the day (Cos it will likely get wild). Greater chance to bond more with Cadence.

> Chapter 3 (P1) - First Conquest
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It felt as if he had been thinking about it for hours, but when Evan opened his eyes he saw it had been mere seconds. That feeling probably had to do with the dread coming from a particular question he had wanted to ask Cadence.

“Cadence?” He began as he looked out the window, a grimace on his face. “How likely am I to get screwed by the guard your aunt assigns me?”

He didn’t see it, of course, but Cadence was grimacing. “You are bucked.”

Somehow it made Evan laugh. He hadn’t thought about ponies cursing in real life, and the sound, alongside Cadence’s face when he turned, a mix of seriousness, concerned, and beyond cute, was just priceless.

“That bad, eh?”

Cadence offered a very lighthearted shrug. It came mostly from the sureness that, yes, this was how it was and worrying about it wasn’t going to do him much good. Evan could hardly blame the mare.

“Any particular reason?” He asked, more curious than anything. “I mean, I know she is suspicious and all…”

“Auntie assigns young but skilled guards to the more troublesome guests.” Cadence explained calmly, as if this was something she had done before. In fact, considering her position, she probably had. “That usually means unicorns for those that would likely be deterred by magic, pegasi for the more combative and agile species, earth ponies for the brutal ones (like certain yak envoys), and thestrals for those she just cannot trust and thinks may become violent or turn into a danger, sometimes for fun, like dragons.”

That sounded about right for a competent, and careful, leader of a nation. It also sounded like a pain in the ass. “So I should be expecting… what?”

“Thestral, most likely.” Cadence guessed, and Evan considered it a good guess overall. “Local thestrals are very stuck up, martial, and devoted to the princesses, to a very obnoxious degree I might add.” And from her expression she had first hand experience. “If auntie tells one of them to have an eye on you, and that you may be a danger, expect a very conflictive, intimidating, or outright hostile guard. Some species even WANT them as guards, mostly because they are more ‘fun’ than the more demure pony tribes.” She offered a lopsided smile. “How about you?”

“I would very much prefer to not have my ass chewed by a pony.” Evan grumbled as he let himself fall on the bed.

Cadence chuckled, jumped on the bed and lied at his side. “But it would be kinky!”

Amused, Evan turned enough to face her. “Are you always this liverated?”

Cadence’s mood took an instant swing. “Nope.” Her face was more… neutral. It looked very much like Celestia’s more ‘political’ face, as she sometimes showed herself in the cartoon. “In fact, today I am far more ‘free’ than usual. I guess it has to do with whatever you did to me.”

Caught off guard, unsure of what to say, and with a cold sweat running down his spine as Cadence looked at him intently, expectantly, Evan was unable to say anything.

Luckily for him, Cadence didn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind, much.” She turned enough to get on her back, wings lazilly laid on the bed, mane resting on the sheets. Cadence looked tired, bored, and maybe exasperated. “I like it here and all, I love how auntie made this place a better world, but she just… wants it so safe, so… subdued.” The mare let out a weary sigh as she looked at the ceiling, lost in contemplation. “When you began to touch me like you did? It was SO good. Freeing, even. And… I am pretty sure you did more than that, but I am unsure.”

‘M.O.C.’ Evan tried to gulp, throat dry , feeling cold. His thoughts went a mile a second while Cadence talked. ‘Are Alicorns resistant to any of my abilities? And I don’t mean POWER consuming wise, but more like, in general.’

-Affirmative.-

‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me!?’ Evan screamed within his mind, his face betraying none of the mess of feelings he was trying with all his might to conceal.

-Warning: Redundant.- The machine voice explained succinctly. -No time to act. No option besides. Cadence was only source for fresh POWER. Warning would have been meaningless.-

“But I don’t really mind. Trying to keep it locked down, what I am meant to represent? It feels horrid.” Cadence went on, a frown on her face. “I heard that auntie herself decided to do the same. She is the Princess of the Sun, but also of Revelry and fertility! I mean, I am not so much her ‘niece’ as I am her great… a few times over, granddaughter.” The  young princess chuckled lightly for a moment. “But one day she decided that it had to change. And like that, POOF, everypony agreed.”

Well, wasn’t that a juicy bit of information? “Just like that?” Evan just had to know more.

“Well, no, not like that.” Cadence shook her head. “It was soon after Tartarus was discovered, and with it, Elysium.”

Okay, that was new. “Elysium? Tartarus? Sounds like myths from my world.”

Cadence turned fully to face Evan. “They are?”

“Yeah, Greek mythos. Elysium was the resting place for heroes granted immortality by the gods, some sort of ‘heaven’ for truly good people. Tartarus was more or less the opposite; a deep abyss, a place of torture and imprisonment for the wicked, and the monstrous Titans that ruled and tormented the world in ages past.” And, if you are wondering, Evan liked a very specific game: Titan Quest. He became a bit of a fantasy nut thanks to that.

“Huh… A bit darker than ours… Okay, far darker I suppose.” Cadence rubbed her hooves together nervously. “But apt, I think. I mean, Elysium is just a magic world besides our own, much like Tartarus itself. Both infinite. Those that start feeling their age go to Elysium and remain forever young until their time comes, then Elysium claims them and they get to live forever in that world, but cannot come back to Equus. It is a peaceful world of plenty where barely anything bad ever happens, and bad ponies, or other creatures, cannot enter thanks to its magic. Modern medicine is trying to use some of Elysium’s natural magic to ensure ponies can live a lot longer in Equus too, then go to Elysium when their time comes.” At that Cadence made a face. “Since ponies found it first way back when, at first it was called ‘Ponyland’. I think every single creature got angry at us ponies because of that, and a lot of conflict came from ponies feeling superior because ‘we were special’ or something.”

‘Huh… So that is the connection THIS Equestria has with the old gens, eh?’ Evan thought to himself for a moment. “And Tartarus?”

“A dark world with a grey sun that baths it permanently in some kind of twilight.” Cadence explained with a dour face. “Demons like the succuponies live there, even if many are nice people. But dangerous monsters and other creatures make of the cave systems, the places where everything lives in Tartarus, their home. Horrible criminals are banished there, and if they learn their lesson, there is a connection with Elysium that allows them to cross, otherwise they are trapped there forever.” In a much happier note she added. “Succuponies usually cross, along with their mates, so at least in Elysium they are quite welcome, though there is some ribbing here and there.”

It was interesting to see how different this Equestria was from the one in the show. But some questions still plagued Evan’s mind. That, and it was a good way to distract Cadence. “But if you pass on away from either place…?”

“You still end in one or the other.” Cadence cleared, not at all looking perturbed. “It is weird, but we are in no hurry to know more beyond M.D.I: Magic Did It.”

Evan nodded, at least satisfied. “Well, that is something interesting to know. I…” He was going to make more comparisons when he saw Cadence giving him a glare. “What?”

“I said I didn’t mind that you did something to me, not that you didn’t have to explain.” She poked at him with a shoe clad hoof. “Now: Explain.”

“Do I have to…?” Evan grimace, both before and after Cadence made both a surprised and an angry face. “I CAN explain. I just don’t think it possible that you’ll believe me… Or forgive me.”

Cadence gave the human avery determined glare. “Try me.”

Evan bit his cheek as he tried to decide what to do. Or better say: How to do it. ‘M.O.C?’ He tried his best to not let apprehension show. ‘What do I do?’

-Suggestion: Tell the truth.- The machine plainly stated. -Cadence: Interested. Curious. Hopeful. She wishes for excitement, for adventure, f or something more than boring, safe and chaste princess life.- It made a pause. -Follower: Entity that knows the truth and follows the [PLAYER], willing to help their endeavors. [EVAN] has no followers. Gaining Cadence as one is recommended. Lying will cause problems in the future. [EVAN] is still too weak to effectively affect alicorns.-

The young man could just grimace. At least Cadence had been waiting patiently. “Well?” She asked, a hoof poking at him. “Are you going to talk?”

“So long as you open the door when the clothes come? Also, please, don’t tell your aunt about this.”  Cadence was more than happy to nod and get up, waiting for him to explain. Either she was truly eager and open, or waiting for Evan to condemn himself. Whatever the case, and Evan truly hoped for the best, M.O.C wasn’t telling him to leg it, so positive he would remain. “Look, it may seem incredible, but I know about Equestria, a different Equestria, and…”





“This is both so gross and so cool I cannot describe it.”

Cadence was no Twilight, but she was married (Or, well, will be married) to a total  nerd. From what she had told Evan, Shining Armor was still a huge nerd in his spare time, much like it was shown in what few comics he had read back in the day. That meant, along with Twilight being vanilla Twilight in most aspects, that some things do rub off on people.

That is why she was floating what looked to be his soul, or the soul section of Evan’s arm, inches away from his, for now, inert appendage.

It tickled.

Evan was a bit grossed out to be perfectly honest, not that he voiced his complains. It was, however, pretty obvious that he was far too white for his own good, and I do mean white. His skin had lost all color on the arm section, while ‘bones’ of pure magic, mostly blue and ethereal in appearance, were moved around by Cadence’s magic the same way an asshole friend could pick up your arm while it was asleep and move it around to try and be funny, usually slapping you with it in the process because humans are retarded.

Don't ask, Evan would very much prefer to selectively forget that day and the drunken retardation that came along with it.

“Twilight would have a field day with this, hah!” Cadence snickered as he flipped herself the bird with Evan’s ethereal fingers. “But it is also scary as buck. This is why resurrection, the ‘normal’ kind, is not allowed.”

Evan felt it as Cadence let go of her magic so the ethereal arm came back into his body. It felt like thousands of ants were crawling on his skin AND into his flesh. It wasn’t painful, just brutally unpleasant. However, given a few seconds, Evan’s color returned and he regained control of his arm once more.

“Let’s hope you don’t want to do that with a vital part, hmm?” Evan gritted his teeth as he tried to awaken his arm fully. It was beyond asleep. “I don’t want to see what happens if you try that with, say, my chest where my heart is, or my head.”

“Yeah, no.” Cadence made a face that spoke volumes of how distasteful the action seemed to her. “But some would have no qualms about it. Those like you? They are considered golems, less than golems in some cases. You are a ‘copy’ soul, not the original. This kind of magic was banned before aunt Celestia came to be for VERY good reasons.” She bit her lip for a second. “On the other hoof, there is no ‘original’ YOU in here, so, technically speaking, you’d be a very special case that, supposedly, would be the exception of the rule… Juuust… Let’s not tell that to auntie, okay? At least until you get to her. It may not be the SAME magic, but it is close enough for you to be in danger. Not to mention the reason you are here and the shenanigans involved.”

The conversation had been… uncomfortable? It was strange, that was a given. Surprising? Not so much. Apparently this Equestria also had portals to other realms made by Starswirl, but in a more limited manner, or so Celestia had told Cadence. For one reason or another the Princess of Love was far from being privy to such knowledge, but she had been told the basics. It did make things easier, if nothing else.

Cadence was surprised, as expected, to hear about a world where hers was nothing but entertainment, or at least ONE version of hers. Evan did his best to skirt around the FIMFICTION debacle, porn, and the like, but  Cadence was relentless trying to know more. One thing led to another and she ended up learning a lot more in every way possible. It also led to her being told the real way he was sent here, and the reason.

If you were to ask Evan he’d tell you tha Cadence appeared far too giddy when she knew that this world had to be saved through the ancient art of fucking. Then again, at least this version of her was a pervert as big, or bigger, than Evan himself.

Problem was… That also led to Cadence asking about how Evan got into certain kinks, his tastes on things and all that. It culminated with the figures in front of the bed that the maid almost saw when she came with a pair of pants for Evan, as well as a quite uncomfortable conversation being derailed once Evan quickly deflected that bullet telling Cadence the last bit he had: That he was, technically, a magic construct, but still alive and ‘himself’. It had been an important point of the story that he had forgotten to mention, and when he managed to use it as ammunition he felt far more relieved than scared at what Cadence could do with that knowledge.

“So let’s get on this other topic.” Cadence made Evan groan as she turned to face the semi transparent, and partially blurry, life sized images in front of the bed. “You say that your own family made you this… interested in certain kinks?” Her voice was far too giddy for Evan’s taste.

“In a sense…” The young man groaned, pointing at the first figure. “See, that is my father. Fernando Lancaster, son of a Spanish immigrant to the United States of America.”

Fernando was a vivid representation of his son, only taller, wider, and stronger, and his skin was far more pasty than Evan’s own. He had a gruff mug, callous hands and looked like the kind of man that had done every hard work under the sun to become a mountain of muscle and various old scars from his many mistakes, accidents and other such processes that made him the man he was today. Short very light hair and brown eyes, small nose and a few tattoos made the muscular man’s more prominent features, that, and a massive coat of thick hairs covering a good portion of his arms, back and chest.

The man was a freaking animal, but if you were to ask Evan, he was far too nice with people. Piss him off and you may end up comparing him to Chewbacca, though .

“He married my mother, Evelyn Brown, a woman from the U.S, though I bet you’ll see the difference between mother and son quickly enough.”

Indeed. Evelyn was side to side with her husband, but she was far smaller, had a massive pair of tits that you’d guess had to screw with her back, a messy mop of black hair on top of her head… and she was black. As in black as night. How a pasty white man and a black woman had a son that looked as an average Caucasian male was a surprise. Still, Evelyn had a beautiful face, kind green eyes and, despite her various sizes, as her ass was also quite nice if you were to look at it, she was largely a timid and well mannered woman that had a good head on her shoulders and worked as a doctor, at least until things got though and she was one of the many that had to be let go for a time.

She was a doting mother, a nice person, and sometimes far too oblivious of the things she did for her own good.

But she wasn’t the problem.

“Then we have my mom’s sister, aunt Selene.”

THAT woman was the problem. Apparently Selene and Evelyn’s mother had been equal to a pornstar when it came to body, and both her daughters ended up the same way. Selene, however, was largely an airhead of an amazonian black woman, with huge tits, a bubble butt, extremely long hair and features so beautiful even a gay man would turn straight and the most staunch straight woman would go lesbian. Even the image had scant clothing, mostly because Selene hardly wore anything that covered herself whole, if at all.

Sadly, Selene was not a smart woman, but she was ‘smart’ in other ways. She knew how to get what she wanted, used her sex appeal, libido, and very ‘free’ morality to do as she pleased. That, and much like Evelyn, she was stupidly strong. She had to be to carry around a pair of tits that could kill if she turned around and hit you with them.

Evan let out a grunt. “She flirted with me when I was a kid, I mean, teenager… She  even…” Evan blushed. “She even visited us once, drunk out of her ass, and I was the only one around at the time. She… uh… ended giving me a blowjob.” The young man’s blush got deeper. “She also made fun of me, but I couldn’t really care much, you know?”

Cadence was surprised, but not shocked. “Your own aunt did that with you? I am surprised humans have relaxed rules when it comes to incest, like us ponies. Not all species are like that.”

“Yeah… You see; it is largely illegal everywhere.” That DID make Cadence’s eyes go wide. “That, and she is married, but still a slut that cucks my uncle whenever she can, which, of course, is also a legal offense.”

At this point Cadence was biting her lip. “I can see why you’d end up with that as a fetish… But where is your uncle? I just see three more of your females here.”

Evan let out a chortle. “Only one is a girl, my sister in fact. The other two? Males.”

“What!? Seriously?”

And there it came.

The fourth figure was Abigail, Evan’s sister, and a vivid representation of their mother. She was relatively the same height o f Evan, one year younger and, surprising no one, she represented a mix between a black woman and a white man far better than Evan could ever do, though she was more leaning towards her mother’s figure. Be it her largely dark skin, hair, her eyes, or likely the tits she sported and even the face, almost a copy of her mother’s own, she was surely a daughter of Evelyn.

Only she had her aunt’s personality, but not her brains. That had to do with Abigail being much closer friends with their cousin, Clover, than Evan ever had.

And yes, Clover was male, but you couldn’t even tell, not from his voice, from his figure, or, well, anything. The young ‘man’ had a woman’s figure, a beautiful and delicate face and a complexion that, in general, screamed of a flat chested woman with a massive ass that was a replica of his mother’s own. Considering that the young black man also had a libido as stupid as you can get, having been diagnosed with nymphomania at six (And yes, that can happen, both to men, and, sadly, to children. Evan hadn’t believed it at first when told, but such is life) only made him an even bigger slut than his mother ever was.

Not that there was much to inherit from Ashley, Clover’s father. He was largely the same, after all. Well, not THAT feminine, but he was not the average representation of a black man, not even close. He was short, petite, cute and extremely frail. Whereas Clover w as ‘womanly’, he was just plain effeminate, and while he was a very smart man, something his son certainly didn’t inherit, or didn’t care to use, he was far too weak willed to do much with it. Evan had only known Ashley as a man controlled by his very much slut of a wife and willing to go any lengths for her, even doing things Evan found… questionable.

Evan did get on a far deeper and lengthier description, but it all boiled down to this: He had kept silent the very, very rare few times that he had some ‘family fun’. Usually started by Clover, or even Abigail in one occasion, and largely encouraged by his own aunt.

It was not a surprise that he was slightly fucked up, at least in asense. On the other hand, he was here because he had a very… ‘special’, family. So either consider it good or consider it bad, but to him it was just what it was and it is how it would stay.

“And you say all that is a criminal offense back where you come from?” The problems that would arise from that did give Cadence pause, though. But on the other hoof she couldn’t see anything wrong with having some fun with your family.

“I am pretty sure the area we were in would have had our asses, if nothing else.” Evan grumbled, fitting his pants as best as he could while looking at the still figures. “I am going to miss my family, but I have to say, with the temptation away I won’t have that many problems.” He let out a chuckle, but it didn’t sound all that happy. “Still, whether I like it or not, I have far more pressing problems than wondering how things will end on the other side and for the other ‘me’.”

Cadence wasn’t so sure about that, but she wasn’t here to psychoanalyze him. She was curious, mostly, but now she was also unsure of a few things. Still… She just decided to vanish the figures she had summoned from his memories and be done with it. At least that Evan had far more pressing matters was, indeed, true.

Thus, the question. “So… what are you going to do?”

Evan took a few seconds from trying to get comfortable in pants that had no underwear. Whether this meant ponies didn’t use them while wearing clothes, or that Celestia was trying to have a laugh at his expense, he did not care to find out.

He looked at Cadence and let out a defeated grunt. “I don’t really know. This seems to be a mess. A fun mess, but a mess nonetheless.”

Cadence trotted to his side while tittering. “I know, silly, but I didn’t mean the whole situation. Like it or not, I doubt we can do much about that.” She plopped her very royal behind right in front of the flabbergasted human. “I mean your choice. You know; go and see if you can gain some points with auntie by getting your guard earlier, check on the envoys before they go back, or maybe come with me?” Cadence offered a salacious smile at that one. “Unless you up and go with auntie she’ll get the guard notified and back to the diplomats, so you don’t have much time to choose, really, but I will go with you no matter what. You do need a friend after all! Well… other than that voice in your head you mentioned.”

Evan grimaced. “Please, don’t call it a ‘voice in your head’, I already doubt if I am still sane or not.”  Cadence chuckled for a moment before Evan managed out a friendly shush. “As to what I’d like to do? Well… I was debating meeting my guard to be honest.” At that Cadence offered a quick nod and a smile. “But I think going with you is better.”

There was a very short moment of silence, then an equally short and to the point. “Why?”

Cadence had loved the idea of teasing him, and his… influence, had made her far more daring than she had been in years. Indeed, shortly after Shining had finally proposed, as he was meant to do, she had stopped doing ‘all’ of her duties. Lust and desire, that part of love, had been put down in favor of a more mellow and gentle Cadence that had little time for her own personal affairs and what the world’s magic asked of her as part of her princess duties.

She could only wonder if that spark of pure need would ever hit her aunt if Evan managed to play with her a bit and reawaken the side that Celestia had decided to bury. In part that was what she thought would push Evan to do something else and just have her at his side for today. She had overdone it, quite literally, on purpose, not only because her body all but demanded it.

The mare was surprised, elated… and stupidly nervous. Anyone would be, more so after she had such a revelation dumped on her. There was fear to being manipulated, of being changed in ways she didn’t want, of ending up as someone else instead of who she was.

But it also was exciting enough to make her giddy with anticipation.

“Mostly because I feel like I owe you one.” Evan admitted with no small amount of blushing. “I mean, I was about to croak and I all but used you. You may say you don’t mind, but…”

Cadence gave him a smile and waved a hoof ‘no’. “Don’t worry. I doubt most ponies would have done differently if they were in your hooves. Besides, I REALLY needed to feel wild again, you know? To let myself go and do as I am supposed to.” Her smile fell a little. “I love Shining with all my heart, and I don’t ever want to be separated from him, but doing as auntie wants me to do and just be… ‘civil’, ‘proper’... I don’t know how she endures hiding part of herself.”

“Well, let’s put it this way.” Cadence looked at Evan intently as he figured how to put things into words. “M.O.C keeps telling me that you are technically a ‘follower’. But do you feel compelled to do what I say?”

Cadence scrunched her muzzle. “Not… really? I mean, if you were to do something I didn’t like, I may discuss it with you, or go directly to Celestia and confess if you plan something messed up.”

“That is what I gathered.” He nodded. “As much as this… whatever happened to me, is trying to put it into game terms, I doubt everything is 100% accurate, at least when it comes to others. When it comes to me, it probably is as precise as it can.” Evan then pointed at her. “So let’s do it the old fashioned way: Bargain. I offer you something you want, you help me with my… uh… ‘job’. You get more excitement and to do your princessly duties fully and I do my best to make this world a better place.” The funny look Cadence sent him told Evan all he needed to know. “Okay, less bullshit: I do what I can to ensure your species doesn’t go extinct. That better?”

She thought and hummed for a second, finally giving a weak nod. “I’ll do my best to check with Twilight and see if all you say is true. Considering everything you told me, and that I looked at myself, I am inclined to agree outright. But you know… better safe than sorry.”

Evan was perfectly happy with that. “I prefer it that way. I think this kind of power, or whatever you want to call what I have, would be a poor fit for a world similar to the one in the cartoons . A more ‘serious’ or mature version of that, where I am not going to just be trusted from the get go? I think that is perfect for me.”

“Wait!” Cadence aimed a hoof at his chest. “That does remind me. Will you EVER hurt anypony on purpose? I know this is a silly thing to ask. If you were going to do it, I doubt you’d tell me, but…”

“Yes, yes I will.” Evan’s candid response made Cadence recoil and blink. “If anyone is going to hurt me I will defend myself, maybe use my abilities and such. I don’t want to die, Cadence, and having someone actively screwing with me is going to do just that, even if whoever does it doesn’t want to really hurt me.”

The mare frowned. “I don’t know how to feel about that, you know?”

“Better be sincere than having one of those stupid plot points where the others find you lying means you get banished, kicked out from the group or some other shit. Seriously, movies are sometimes so repetitive.” Seeing as Cadence had most likely lost the plot a bit, Evan cleared his throat. “Point is: I will do my best to NOT hurt anyone. I will, however, ‘mold them’ to make my life easier IF, and only if, they actively try to hurt me, thus everyone else, in any capacity. Sounds good?”

Huffing, Cadence nodded. “I suppose it is for the best of Equestria, and all that is Equine at that.” Then she offered him a very cold glare. “But if you ever do something I am fully against, I will do as you said and ‘check’ what would happen if I make that test, only with your whole body instead of just your head.”

 Hey! This Cadence had BALLS. Instead of being terrified, and seeing Cadence’s expresion fall more on the ‘adorable’ side of ‘horrific’, Evan could do little more than laugh.

“Sold.” He snickered. “But first things first. I offered you to do whatever you wanted, didn’t I? So… What would you like to get out of this partnership?”

Cadence could only give him a smile that Evan qualified simply as: The Grinch.





“I really thought it was far earlier in the day.”

Indeed, the sun was going down already, quite fast at that. Evan needed to check how time worked in this world. It maybe went 1:1 with Earth, but you never knew.

“There is more than enough time in the day to have some fun.”

Cadence had a pep in her step as she pranced in front of Evan. The castle staff mostly kept to themselves, mostly, but curiosity about the new creature amidst them, and the strangely overt happiness professed by Cadence being considered abnormal was certainly noticed by Evan. It was likely that the latter would make Celestia more suspicious, or plain distrustful, but Evan hadn’t heard M.O.C complaining, so he tried to ignore it.

Tried to.

Cadence made it far too hard to ignore when even the stoic, and apparently efficient, guards arched an eyebrow, or both, when she crossed them. Evan could only hope this wouldn’t bit him in the ass. On the other hand… He was excited.

Yes, that kind of excited. Apparently Celestia had done as promised and it didn’t show in his pants. It was, however, very, very, VERY tight down there. He could only hope it wouldn’t break down on him. Either the pants or the enchantment. Though by now he was missing both some shoes and maybe a shirt.

“Maybe, but I am pretty sure we have been walking around the castle for what feels like hours.” Evan grumbled as he truly felt sorry for his feet. Horny or not, it was hard to stay in the mood with cold and uncomfortable feet.

“Mere twenty minutes, I assure you.” Cadence corrected him in a chipper manner. “The castle IS big, and the training ground s is located at the ground floor. We were pretty high up before.”

Cadence didn’t make mention of why, but Evan was quite sure that he was in the section where Celestia dumps the most dangerous dignitaries. It was a clever way of implementing the historically accurate dungeons (AKA: Tower cells), but with a very nice flair. Though it did beg the question as to what kind of minotaur could be considered plainly dangerous and not just boisterous.

Another set of stairs down and Evan could do little but ignore the previous train of thought, instead complaining about marble being pretty, but not practical. At least he was pretty sure that they had reached the ground floor by now. By the way: This castle was fucking HUGE. It was surely far bigger than in the cartoon, but Evan couldn’t rightly say.

“So, are we going to meet Shining?” Evan asked idly as he followed the trotting mare.

“More or less.” Cadence assured him. “We are going to catch him when drills go from Earth Pony tactics, meaning hoof on hoof close combat on land, to Unicorn Channeling practice, which means relatively simple, fast casting concussion spells. Flying around castle grounds is prohibited while that training is going on, so we’ll have a nice place for ourselves in the meantime.”

Evan had to make sure no other pony was around. Luckily for him, it appeared that dignitaries and envoys occupied most of the castle staff’s time, so no maid, or even guard, was present around the corridors that led to the militarized section of the castle that, as Evan noticed, had turned from marble to a more austere and durable grey rock.

“Oh? Is there a room from where to watch the training stallions?” Evan asked, curious about where they were going to be.

“Yes, something like that.” Cadence snickered as she turned once more. “You’ll see.”

Even barely nodded, just following Cadence as she went. It was interesting to see just how a beautiful castle made out for show in, well, the show, turn into a gritty and harsh looking (but still cartoony and decorated) place. It made him fear, if ever so slightly, that ponies would wise up to his actions. Mostly because a quick question to M.O.C had pointed out that, yes, ‘Followers’ were hard to get, mostly because the more you had to manipulate them, the harsher the backlash would be if you all but told them what you had been doing to them.

You know, ‘cos some people dislike being toyed with, even if you are doing it to help them.

So it was largely up to luck for him to find more ponies that could, and I do mean ‘could’, because M.O.C pointed out some instances where a ‘player’ had no one to open up to until the very end, join him. It was a bit of a bummer, but Evan felt happy enough with at least one pony fully (more or less) on his side.

Good or bad however, Evan didn’t have much time to mull over it. Soon enough the pair made it to a set of steel doors. They were open, with a stream of ponies in gold armor milling about as they discussed this or that, but most were moving away. They were likely going for some rest, food, and then changing shifts with whoever it was. One pony, however, was quite obvious amidst the many ‘nameless’ guards that Evan and Cadence saw.

“Caddy!” While it wasn’t a true shout, and in fact it was quite controlled from what Evan had expected of Shining Armor, the stallion did sound quite effusive after seeing his soon to be wife. “So nice to see you! And it seems you brought the new resident of the castle too…” Shining offerer the human as he approached.

“Evan, Evan Lancaster, resident alien you could say.” Evan offered, hoping for, and indeed getting, a positive reaction from Shining Armor.

“You must be kidding!” The stallion chuckled, taking his helmet off for a second. It prompted Evan to notice a few things that were amiss here. “Alien you say? You have to tell me more!”

It was hard to see at first, mostly with the gaggle of ponies around, butu it soon became obvious that Shining Armor was geared in a far more complete, and heavy, suit of purple painted armor than most other guards. Full helmet, greaves, armor and all. The belly, back of the legs and a few other sections were largely open, but it was surprising to see a mostly fully decked out guard. Some other guards also had similar, but far less ornamental, suits, probably veterans, and Evan guessed fliers, or mages, had modifications for experienced guards too.

That also hinted at the stallion’s constitution. Shining was RIPPED, man! Strong legs, muscular neck, powerful body. This was a far cry from the series, and most other stallions, and a few mares, were the same too. Young or still not so adept recruits looked far more like the cartoon counterparts, but the difference, if looked from afar, wasn’t that big. It was when you came close that you saw the details.

Like, for example, Shining’s horn was sharp. Cadence’s own too, now that Evan looked at it. The one difference? The greener recruits, had theirs rounded, and a few of the maids, well, most of them, also had rounded horns. Did that have to do with how much mana they could use?

A little *ding* clued him into M.O.C butting in. -Affirmative: Experienced or powerful ponies gain a more obvious clue into their capabilities. Larger wingspans, sharper horns, more toned bodies or, in some cases, ethereal/vibrant manes or other effects. Recommendation: Pay far closer attention to Celestia’s mane during your next encounter.-

“... so I was hoping you could open it up for us?” Cadence’s last words made Evan notice that the conversation had been going on whilst he was busy ogling the ponies and being tutored by M.O.C. “You can ask him a few questions while we climb the stairs.”

Shining, for his part, just nodded. “Of course, of course. There won’t be any curious ponies around, or fliers that will try to bother you. So if he is curious about magic in general we’ll give him a good show.” The stallion smirked before turning around. “Okay everypony! Magic practice as soon as I get back from the balcony area! Our princess is going to be watching, alongside our guest, so I want order and discipline, or I will see you cleaning toilets for a whole month! And you ALL know what you put our maids through, so I expect the BEST you can offer!”

The effect was far more organized than Evan had expected, and way more serious. Without so much as a whine the whole lot of earth pony guards moved away, with the unicorns filling into the courtyard beyond the steel gates. In a matter of seconds the three of them were practically alone while Shining guided them towards a door on the side.

“It has been some time since anyone really interesting came to see us train.” The stallion began as he touched the door; a glittery, almost shining, wooden door. It was largely normal, other than the strange visual effect that, as Shining sparked some magic into it, disappeared and the door opened. Probably an enchantment of some kind. “Is magic all that interesting to you?”

“Well.” Evan cleared his throat, getting back into the conversation. “My world has no real magic…”

That gave Shining Armor pause. “No magic!? How do you guys do things then?”

“Ingenuity, invention, a whole lot of perseverance and brute force.” Evan admitted. “Mostly bashing the world into shape. With no other species being sapient, or intelligent enough to deal with, we either had to tame or get rid of what tried to stop us.” Cadence looked a bit more shocked at this far more blunt version of things, while Shining appeared far more understanding.

“I get you.” The stallion said, turning to face the stairs that lead upwards to the previously mentioned balcony. “Ponies like to think it is all rainbows, sunshine and smiles, but sometimes you have the actual monster out there, not just dangerous animals, like hydras.”

Evan chuckled at that. “Well, the largest things on Earth, my world, were aquatic, so we didn’t have things like dragons or other creatures we consider mythical.”

“Huh, interesting… What about…?”

A short but quite interesting and fun conversation went on rather quickly, far quicker than Evan would have prefered in fact. Shame he was in a bit of a time constraint, but it was what it was. A minute or two, a few quickfire questions, and they were in an ample area, well furnished and with a perfect view of the training section of the castle.

“Well, this is it!” Shining smiled as he moved towards one of the many seats near the middle of the balcony. “From here you should see everything!”

Evan was about to move forth, but Cadence quickly stopped him with her wing. “Touch him.” She said in a hushed voice.

“What?” Evan looked at Shining Armor, waiting as he checked something going on bellow, then at Cadence. “Why? What do you have in mind? You just said…”

“I said I wanted to have fun, and we are going to have fun.” The mare smirked, then nodded towards Shining Armor. “But I want you to hypnotize him with your touch.”

Evan arched an eyebrow, then  looked at Shining again. “I am pretty sure my power is going to drain like no tomorrow if I try it with your hubby.”

“I’ll help.” Cadence pleaded with a little whinny. “Please? I want to make Shining’s fantasies a reality. I’ll guide you.”

Evan wasn’t so sure, but he went ahead with it. A few steps and he was at the front row seats, Shining at his side. It looked like whatever had happened was also done, and the ponies bellow were all ready for the training to begin while a few of them were moving what looked like targets and pony like dummies.

Shining didn’t have time to turn around before Evan called fort his ability and placed a hand on his nape. As he had expected, his power began to go down DRAMATICALLY. In fact it was going down a hundred points every two seconds. It was stupid!

Then he felt something on him, like he was enveloped by a warm mantle, and the draining stopped. In fact he was recovering even!

“Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Cadence chuckled as she moved to Shining’s free side. “Did I look that vacant back then?”

As Evan looked he had to admit that, no, she didn’t. “Probably because we were talking about something already. He just looks… well, gone.”

Cadence hummed, mulling it over for a second, but recognized they had little time. “Well, so long as he is alright… Are you ready? We are going to change my Shiny into a really FUN mare!”

“Mare?” Evan looked at the stallion he could literally call a stallion in this version of Equestria. “You sure?”

“Yup, yup!” Cadence was giddy as she sat down, horn sparkling with power. “You help me, I help you, right? Well, I want Shining to open up a bit more, and that means giving him what he wants as well. Hypnotic stuff is not my forte, but I knew the basics.” She pointed a hoof at her soon to be husband. “And I know what Shining has always wanted. He is far too prim and proper to do it, and afraid of what could happen if anypony didn’t like it. He worries way too much about others to ever try and be truly happy.”

Evan nodded, thinking back at what Cadence asked him before they came down. “That is why you wanted to know what I meant with my powers making things as if they had always been like that if I ever changed something?”

“Yeah! I give you magic, you guide Shining through it, we all have fun. Sounds right?” Cadence had such a big smirk on her face. “Then you fuck me right here, while they practice!”

Evan almost did a spit take with that, worse, he almost took the hand away from Shining. “Cadence!?”

“Oh, don’t act so surprised.” Cadence poked her tongue at him. “You also said you are supposed to knock ponies up! Well, as an alicorn we are nearly infertile, so I want to try… probably a few times. Maybe get a bun in Shining’s soon to be made oven! But that is for latter.” Suddenly she looked far too serious for Evan’s liking. “Now, ask Shining if he has any secrets. He is far too friendly and mellow to offer much resistance.”

“Well…” Evan was far from sure, but if Cadence wanted this… Better get her on board fully, right? “Hey Shining, since we were sharing a few bits about me… Do you have anything interesting to share? A secret or the like maybe? We are all friends here, so I promise this stay between us.”

Shining Armor let out a long, tired humm. “Well…” He began in a drawn out pattern of speech. “I have… a few.”

“Good! It seems to work.” Cadence clicked her hooves together. “Ask him about his sister now.”

“I  see.” Evan nodded, both at Shining and Cadence. “How about something simple? Do you have a sister, or a brother?”

“Little sister.” Shining said with a smile. “She was so cute while she was a filly… and so hot too!”

“WOW!” Evan gasped, trying to be somewhat quiet. “Didn’t expect that… Uh… I mean… So you liked your sister?”

“And my mom, and my dad.” Shining said, almost naturally. “But I cannot do that. I have to offer a good image of our family. Cannot like them that way. A shame.”

Cadence snickered against her hoof. “He is a pervert like you, but he tries to hide up! Incest may be okay here, but the nobles see it as an ‘old fad’. It is frowned up as a ‘common pony’ thing to pursue.” She scooted closer. “Ask him about him liking stallions now.”

“Well, nothing wrong with loving your family, Shining.” Evan tried to keep the ‘conversation’ somewhat natural. “But I am surprised you like other guys too.”

Shining just offered a shrug. “Why? Most ponies swing both ways. Mares more than stallions, but still.” He became a bit gloom. “But I am supposed to make foals for the family. Such a shame. Caddy and I will probably never have any… But I love her with all my heart.”

“Aww… And I love you too, big lug.” Cadence gave Shining a big kiss on the cheek. “But still… to make you happy, we have to break a few barriers.” She looked intently at Evan. “Ask him if he’d feel better about it if HE could have a foal. If he could be… a mare.”

Evan gave a slow nod and thought something up quickly. The ponies bellow were already looking a bit restless as the last preparations were brought to place.

“It is different for us in my world, you know? Most of us just swing for the opposite sex. Nothing wrong with doing otherwise mind you.” Evan let out a humm. “But how would you feel if, well, YOU could have a foal? If you were more like a mare? I bet Cadence would still want you, and she told me she is a very open mare. Would you like that?”

Shining’s largely vacant expression turned into one of longing as his glassed eyes cleared slightly. “I would like that… very much… I wanted to be a cheerleader, you know? While in college. I… always thought I would look nice like that, if I was born a mare. But… Things are what they are. I am… happy? I am… content… as it is.”

“See? Crossdressing and incest fetishes, and I am pretty sure he has a pregnant fetish too. He isn’t the wildest stallion out there, but he is a very fun catch!” Cadence gave her coltfriend another little kiss. However, she had very much lost the smile she had before. “But he is not as happy as he pretends to be. So we are going to make sure that becomes a reality.” Looking at Evan, she all but ordered. “Change him like you told me you can. Make him have teats, give him a chance at getting pregnant, make him all filly like! I can’t wait to see Shining as he would’ve been if he was born a mare! But DO leave him as big as he is. I do want a foal from him if we can make it.”

“Anything else?” Evan asked jokingly, only for Cadence to pull his cock out without warning. “Hey!”

“Yes! You are going to also plant the idea in his mind about him coming over to your room tonight, dressed in my old cheerleader costume, fantasizing about a creature like you plowing his fields, okay?” The mare’s salacious smirk was maddening at this point. It wasn’t one of happiness, at least not yet, but one of need. She was perversion incarnate, or she did a very good impression of it. “Now, start! I want to play too and I need to see if this works.”

Believe me when I say that, in any other circumstance, Evan would’ve been far more reticent to do what he was about to do. Given his position, that Cadence wanted it nearly as much as Shining appeared to try and repress his own little desires, he couldn’t complain. Hell, he was very much interested in the result.

He was, however, quite afraid of spending enough POWER to botch it.

Afraid or not, Evan kicked his ability into gear. By now his hypnotic touch had been raised to 7, one level higher than his very first skill, so the consumption had been all but simply halted with Cadence’s help. As soon as he used his other ability though? Cadence let out a very quiet yelp as the POWER began to tank.

As in: Cadence suddenly didn’t matter. Evan’s blue bar, now on the side of his screen, was, quite literally, melting away.

Evan had absolutely zero clue as to why. He wasn’t doing a single thing, not yet anyway, yet he was being drained. He almost took his hand off Shining, that is, until he saw his form, and even his armor, was changing slightly, bit by bit.

His neck was thick and strong before, but not it was slimming down as his muzzle became slowly rounder, softer, and more feminine. His height shortened a little bit, almost imperceptibly, every few seconds, but it noticeably ate away an inch, maybe two, while his mane grew larger and more lustrous. All this while his armor changed alongside him, fitting perfectly as his form changed at a painfully slow pace as far as Evan’s POWER pool was concerned.

The young man was going on autopilot. He was far from aware of how this skill of his worked. He just thought of one of the many pictures of Shining Armor he had seen with him Rule 63ed and, apparently, that was enough to change the stallion physically, at least partly. In fact his lower body seemed to hardly change at all, so Evan, fearing that his POWER would deplete to the point of failure, took a hand to Shining’s still very much muscular rear, and started thinking of something else before he opened his mouth to speak. Evan had burned past 300 POWER units byu now, so it wasn’t going to make this worse by any means, in fact helping it along could, maybe, make this easier for him.

“Shining?” Evan asked, mouth slightly dry as he saw his POWER slowly go down. He didn’t know how much his skill had advanced, but it probably had skipped ahead some.

Why do some players just jump straight to the hardest difficulty?

Oh… yeah… Because hardship in games is fun for many. This? Not fun. Evan was walking a fine line indeed.

“Ye-yeah?” Shining’s voice had changed. It sounded far more feminine now, but still not quite mare like.

“You do know you look very girly, right?” Shining gulped, looking around, yet at nothing, as Evan massaged his rear that was quickly looking toned, yes, but far more shapely, bigger even, as his lower body changed to fit the upper. “You know what? You just told me that you did something pretty slick…”

Shining blinked slowly, looking at Evan, and at his cock, still in the air, and being massaged by Cadence now. It was hard, both to concentrate and his member, but Evan did his best to stay focused.

“I did?” Shining asked, curious. “What… did I do?”

“You followed Cadence’s advice.” The princess looked at Evan curiously as he held back a grunt. “You told her of your secrets… She told you to go get potions, spells, whatever helped you, but do it slowly. And you know what? They worked! They slowly changed you until you looked like a mare, just like you wanted.”

Shining frowned, his head barely moving, but enough to check his slowly changing body. “I did? W… why? My parents…”

“Shining.” Evan used his hand on Shining’s neck to make the stallion look him in the eye. “You must do what makes you happy. You did exactly that. You got a few potions, a couple spells, and changed your body. You got teats down there; big and plentiful.” Evan’s hand moved down from Shining’s plot to his nethers. It wasn’t surprising when he felt a cup of, admittedly, quite massive balls, far bigger than Evan’s own. What surprised him was the large, in fact far bigger than expected, teats close to them. “You also got your body changed to, hopefully, have foals! Cadence was delighted, and you were nervous, scared even… But your parents understood, okay? You are sure they did, and they still do. They want you happy, don’t they?”

It took Shining a moment or two, but he finally nodded. Evan, meanwhile, looked at his ass. The entrance was changing, becoming… slicker? Wet? It even ‘winked’ in a way. Evan wasn’t sure how much he was affecting the stallion, but he wanted to test something.

“You have been using toys in secret, and you have only told Cadence.” This made the mare squeal as Evan noticed Shining’s hole becoming puffier. It looked like he could, at least partly, change things far more than he thought he could. “You have been sucking them, using them in your rear, and preparing for a stallion. Maybe your dad, maybe a stranger, but haven’t had the courage to do it. Cadence encourages you, but you are still afraid.”

“My parents… They wouldn’t like it…  I would be… I would be so ashamed to fail them.” Shining’s voice was far, far more feminine now. It sounded really like a woman’s own now. “But… I want to be happy.”

“Yes, yes you do.” Evan saw that his POWER number was hitting the low 800s now before jumping to the higher 700s. He had very limited time to keep changing him, but this much seemed enough, so he stopped using that particular skill while keeping the hypnotic touch. He hoped he had done enough. “But then Cadence and I came, and while I took my seat, Cadence took you to the side and told you about what had happened with me: She said her magic made me quite big, she even showed you what I looked like before AND after. She also told you that I didn’t seem to mind ponies at all… So you came with a plan to finally have a stallion of your own when Cadence teased you about my equipment.”

Shining Armor was licking his lips as he looked at Evan’s turgid member, throbbing inches away from his face. With his new body Evan had to admit it was hard for him to resist doing more than just teasing the poor stallion. Masculine males? Evan disliked the figure. Feminine ones? He was far more than willing to screw them.

Once again, messed up family, but here and now it made Evan’s work far easier and his fantasies a reality.

“Since we hit it off and I look friendly enough, you decided that, before you go, you’ll ask me if it would be okay to visit me tonight. You won’t admit that you’ll prepare your marefriend’s old cheerleader outfit and hide it in my room if I accept. A few quick teleports after training, while you are resting up, should do the trick. When you are done, and before I go back to my room, you will teleport again, dress up, wait for me and get ready to ‘cheer me up’. You are determined to finally feel like a mare and, if this works and I go along with it, maybe you’ll get the courage to ask your father, or your sister, heck, maybe even your mother! For some fun.” Evan looked down at the training field, growing uneasy as some of the ponies were starting to look around. They had finished preparations a while ago, and now they were wondering where their captain was. “But all of this has taken some time, and mustering the courage is still very hard. So now you are at my side, you know you are already running late on the drills, and have decided to finally ask me. You can only hope that I will be receptive when I find you in my room, dressed as a cheerleader. But you know I will accept… and you’ll be my mare tonight. Just like you and Cadence want.” Ready to take his hand away, Evan remembered that old trick that he also used on Cadence. “When I take my hand away you’ll wake up in three seconds, believing everything I have said to be true, beginning… now.”

Cadence was surprisingly agile and quick, much to Evan’s painful displeasure. She moved like the wind, hiding his hardened rod within his pants, and chuckling at his situation and the face he made, while Shining’s eyes cleared fully and he came back to his senses.

It was such an incredible transformation in the end. He had such a long mane and tail, far more cared for than before. His coat was gleaming, as if he had paid far closer attention to his image now that he was a ‘mare’ than when he was a stallion. His ass, as Evan could still see it, was firm, toned and big, Shining was ‘thicc’ with a very puffy star that seemed to invite attention. That, his balls, apparently a cock still bigger than Evan’s own (HOW!?), and a pair of teats that surpassed Cadence’s own ‘breasts’, made the look an enticing one.

And, apparently, he came back long enough to notice him staring.

Clearing his throat, Shining decided to initiate his ‘plan’. “Evan.” His voice was sweet, soft and gentle, much like his new appearance, though Evan was beyond sure that his muscles had hardly decreased in size and power, if at all. “I was wondering if… you’d mind me paying a visit to your chambers at night?” The blush he had sported as soon as he had ‘noticed’ Evan staring at his body was now far more pronounced. “I mean! We have had little time to talk, and I am already running late, so how about we get to know each other a bit more when my shift ends? I am sure Caddy can show you around and help  you meet the kitchen staff for some food to pass the  last hours of the day while I finish down here.”

Evan did his best not to chuckle while making it look like he was thinking instead of groaning inwardly in pain at his cloth based cage. “I don’t see why not.”  He finally announced, offering Shining a smile while the now girly pony made a ‘squee’.  “I don’t know how long I have been without food, and I am sure I can satisfy my curiosity by pestering Cadence for a while longer, if she doesn’t mind that is.”

Shining had quite the content smile on his face, one that Evan couldn’t place in anything but a mare anymore. Even the, no pun intended, shining on his eyes was far more friendly and gentle than most, to not say all, stallions had ever shown in the cartoon.

“I’ll make sure to keep him busy, honey.” Cadence promised from her seat besides Evan, offering her husband to be a reassuring smile. “You just whip the guards into shape, as always, okay? I am sure Evan will be more than happy to have you tonight.”

Cadence was very much aware of the effect those words would have on her coltfriend, and  Evan could see them on the corner of his eye as Shining’s cock throbbed while his  hole all but begged for attention. Then, as soon as he saw, Shining light his horn and both his private bits down and behind ‘disappeared’.

He cleared his throat with that new cute voice of his. “Concealment.” He offered Evan. “I have been… lax, for a bit now. Won’t happen again.” Flustered as he was, he offered a wink to Cadence and a nod. “And I’ll get to the soldiers. See you two later. Enjoy the show.”

Both Evan and Cadence saw Shining Armor turn around. Instead of the largely demure and stoic walk from earlier, now Shining had some kind of trot to his step, with a very outward teasing as he moved his ass and wiggled it in front of Evan before departing.

Our ‘poor’ human was truly flabbergasted and unsure of what to think. However, as soon as Shining departed, he made his doubts clear.

He turned to Cadence with a worried expression. “I think I fucked up.”

Cadence just raised an eyebrow slightly. “How so? I think you did alright.”

“How could I!? I didn’t know what I was doing. I still don’t! I winged it so hard I thought I would become an angel!” Evan was truly about to lose it. He didn’t want to, but he was no super powerful entity or extra suave and charismatic player. He was just, well, him: A pervert that got thrown in a huge mess. “Do you still remember Shining as he was? Because, supposedly, this should make everyone think Shining has been like that either since forever, or something close to it.”

“Yes, I do rem…” Cadence blinked. “Wait… you think the guards down there will notice?”

Evan nodded quickly as he took a thumb to his lips and bit on the nail. He was nervous, worried. This could indeed unmake itself in a second. “If they notice, I am fucked.”

Games were easy to use, mostly, back home. Hit a button, make an action. Keybind, make things simpler. When you could use skills, change others, and decide outcomes in real life in a way similar to games, it was far more complicated than most realized. Comics, books, cartoons and even games had tried that trope before. Most of them were different one way or another.

This. Was. A. Mess.

But it had also been a mess, at least on Evan’s mind, when he had first affected Cadence. Maybe, just maybe…

Evan heard the voice of Shining Armor, his new voice, calling to attention. Close as they were to the edge, both Cadence and Evan were presented with a perfect view of Shining’s new chassis barging into the training field, barking orders.

Guards left and right got ready. No one seemed to give their captain a second look. The slightly smaller and much more petite looking white unicorn seemed to still instill a great deal of respect. No one blinked, or batted an eye at their captain’s body, his ample rear, or the lighter looking armor he carried, although the design and protection were largely the same. It also offered a view at the ornaments and decorations that had been changed alongside Shining’s body, likely an add, much like the mare like stallion’s much more vibrant mane and coat.

What was important was this: It had worked.

Evan was, once again, scott free.

But this couldn’t happen again.

“I need to learn more about this.” Evan let out, both in relief and frustration. “I know it is my first day, but I have felt close to being discovered, or dying, three times now.” He took his face onto his hands, rubbed his eyes clear, and leaned against the chair. “I am seriously going to make a mess if I don’t calm down.”

Cadence simply nodded. “At least I want to know why I remember Shiny if you say others should find this normal.” She looked down at her coltfriend while biting her lower lip, wings spreading. “Not that I mind his new look…”

-Clarification: Any [PLAYER] based modifications will be noticed by any and all Followers. They will receive a subconscious message detailing what has transpired whenever an ability of this kind is used.- M.O.C chimed in, oh so helpfully, from within Evan’s mind. -In case of failed execution of a touch based ability, or any other skill that can alert those around, a notification will be sent to everyone involved. Only the [PLAYER] will receive them as messages however. Other subjects will notice them in their own particular way.- Evan lelt out a relieved sigh while telling Cadence about this. M.O.C, however, pointed something else. -Recommendation: Have Follower Cadence allow for her own modification later. Undoing them returns POWER used. Practice in willing subjects yields no mastery. Current form, or certain modifications, can be set as ‘preset’ in my databanks. Safety first. Practice makes perfect.-

Evan really wanted to tell M.O.C to go fuck itself, but he did one better and just relayed what it said to Cadence. The mare seemed perfectly happy with being toyed with, but later. Right now she was paying far more attention to Shining Armor.

“He looks far more into it than usual.” She mentioned idly, though she was still horny, as her wings being on attention, and a few little twitches here and there, indicated. “He is doing his all. It has been years since I saw him so full of energy.”

Evan wasn’t so sure, but he would defer to Cadence on this one. “So you think this already had a positive effect on him?”

Cadence nodded effusively. “Yes. He looks more comfortable, and while my powers aren’t made specifically for other emotions, I CAN feel them. Shining had been repressing a lot for a very long time. Now he feels more… liberated.” She hummed and scrunched her muzzle. “So long as he acts like a proper stallion and goes along with ‘his’ plan that is. I would hate for his insecurities to act up again.”

“Mind you.” Evan interrupted. “I am NOT an hypnotists. I know jack shit, beyond what I have seen in movies, comics, or what I  have read, and most things are exaggerations. All I have is that stupid skill that I think is overpowered.”

-Correction: Skill at level 9 and 83% ready to level up.-

“Shut up, M.O.C” Evan grumbled out loud, making Cadence chuckle. “Other than the machine poking at me with exposition; no I am not that good at it. I hope I don’t hurt anyone, unless it is on purpose.”

The mare turned to him with a frown. “Well, get ready to do a lot more damage control than just ‘hoping for the best’ tomorrow.” She said with a very demanding and serious tone. “Whoever your guard is, I will turn you in if you leave them a broken mess, do you understand?”

Evan lifted his hands, breaking no argument. “I don’t mean outright harming anyone, Cadence. But I doubt this ‘adventure’ will go anywhere if I do get an asshole of a guard.”

“Me neither.” Cadence admitted, but her tone remained the same. “Still, I expect you will do your best to not hurt whoever it is. Or if you do, I will ensure you don’t mess them up too much. I know those that my aunt considers her ‘closest’ guards are… not good ponies per se, but they aren’t evil either.” She sighed and turned to face the field again. “Just… I don’t want to help create a monster.”

“And I don’t want to die.” Evan conceded, frowning at the thought. “I’ll do what I can, okay? Help me with it and we’ll get through the whole ordeal far more smoothly that I could alone. Deal?”

That made Cadence smile a bit. “Deal.” And the smile soon turned into a perverse smirk. “And speaking of deals… You said you would do whatever I wanted, right?” Evan gulped, nodding. “Then I bet you also remember I told you what I wanted. Right now. Right here.”

As Evan felt his pants going down, guided by the smooth magic of the princes of love, he could do little more than shiver. Whether fear, anticipation, or pure hope in that he hadn’t screwed himself over trusting Cadence, he couldn’t say.

But he would be lying if he told you that he didn’t want to feel just how good Cadence’s fields felt.
> Chapter 3 (P2)
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Shining Armor was giddy. He felt far more alive than he had in… how long? He wasn’t sure. His mind was slightly foggy. Then again, he was trying his best to push everypony to do their best while hard as a rock and with his rear winking like a mare in heat. Was he in heat? Maybe. Hopefully the concealment held. Hopefully tonight was going to go as intended.

He fluttered his long eyelashes at the vacant space in front of him, confused for a second.

Was it really that good of an idea? When had he been this… bold? I mean, he had the body for it, not like what he had a long time ago, when he made captain of the guard. It was surprising how well everypony took it when he went from a truly muscular and surprising unicorn specimen, to a very mare like (but still strong, marezonian some said) representation of his kind. It had been torture to await for his parents’ judgement, but apparently Shining had been just afraid and, let’s be honest, stupid when he expected them to be angry about it. Even Twilight seemed perfectly happy, and curious, but mostly happy.

But he had been miserable recently. Why?

Well, not miserable, just unhappy.

Most stallions felt that way.

Why did more and more stallions feel wrong? They were few in number and it looked like they had to be even fewer.

Shining’s head hurt for some reason.

*FLASH!*

One of the concussion spells went off by a mile, a WIDE mile, and careened off to the side close enough for Shining to smell the particular aftertrail of the spell’s mana coming through. It was more than enough to snap him off his musings and look at the offending colt as practice all but stopped.

“Soldier!” Shining screamed atop his lungs. While not as imposing as his previous voice (not like anyone expected that anymore), the sudden stomp, and cracked reinforced stone under the armored hoof, more than made up for the lesser effect of the captain’s feminine tone. “What the BUCK was that!?”

“S-so…”

“You are NOT sorry. Not yet, soldier.” Shining pointed a hoof at the balcony, where he could see Cadence and Evan looking down with a face far more serious than Shining had expected. “See that? You not only nearly hit your immediate superior in a training exercise so simple anypony else would demote you, or directly expel you to the militia, but you did it in front of one of the princesses and a newcomer to our lands. Do you think that is enough of a disgrace!?”

Shining Armor was not happy when he had to do this. Very few military leaders ever were happy when reprimanding troops. It either meant failure, or that something had gone wrong. Or worse: That something had gone FUBAR. Did humans have that term? Shining forced himself to not care for the moment.

“You will do this again.” Shining turned to one of his aides for this exercise and nodded. “Alone, in front of everypony else. Ten spells, ten targets. Score less than eight and you’ll be a maid for the rest of the month.”

The young stallion gulped. Shining let out an inward groan and a shigh. Too young, like many had been when he joined in, himself included. He did it to be closer to Cadence, and because he thought it was expected from him, much like many other things.

But when had those beliefs been dispelled?

Damn that headache that was forming.

Still, better like this. The headache was probably because he was far too nervous, and overthinking things. And why the worry now? For the colt trying to be a stallion, who was likely to end up cleaning toilets for a while… Or because he was being far more daring than ever before? On the other hoof: REAL. BUCKING. ALIEN! And Cadence, being Cadence, had given him more than enough ideas. This was one chance that he’d hate himself for missing, and he would hate himself for the rest of his life.

Shining Armor hoped that everypony presented thought his squirming was because, once more, the cadet nearly knocked him to the ground. But no, he was just getting so horny that most of his magic was going into concealment and a few other things Cadence had taught him to hide smell and other little outward hints about his status.

Also; he was feeling far less sorry for the cadet as the panicking colt knocked one of the aides, even more out of the way than Shining himself.

“Call for the medic.” Shining growled in a way that made most of those present flinch. “And the head maid. I have somepony she needs to gear up.”





“Ouch.” Cadence winced as she saw the concussion spell, both badly cast (powering it up excessively) and ‘well aimed’ (as in hitting someone in smack dab in the eye kind of ‘well aimed’). “That is likely going to hurt Wooden Spear for a while. I already told Shining and aunty, more than once, that taking that Golden Loop colt was a bad idea.  Would you believe Celestia thought it would do him some good? Pampered noble born little...”

“Cadence.” Evan let out a loud growl. “I am enjoying the view as much as you, I truly do. This is in fact quite interesting, but, you know…” The young man was doing his best to look unfaced, maybe even interested, as a very hard and pressing problem raged in his lap. “I would prefer if you took this seriously.”

It had been almost half an hour by now. Honestly, it had gone away in a flash. A mix of true entertainment and a slight bit of apprehension had turned the display into pure entertainment for Evan. He had never thought to see the Equestrian military as something competent, but the organized volleys of magic blasts, Shining Armor barking orders in that cute new voice of his, and the veterans putting up a formidable had been indeed a pleasant and awe inspiring surprise. Not nearly as truly competent as a modern military, but more than good enough.

Then we had the fingerlike wings stroking his cock. His hard as a rock shaft that had been teased, and nearly blue balled at least six times by now, cock. Hard for all to see, were it not for the position of the balcony and the fact that no one was going to come near it, either through flight or otherwise.

Evan was truly about to kill someone.

“Aww… Can’t take the pressure, big guy?” Cadence teased, bending to his side, their seats close enough to be touching, only to teasingly kiss the tip of his dick. “I thought you could go for some foreplay.”

Evan knew that was bullshit. In fact Cadence had been far more silent about praising his endurance that she thought she had. By now she had remarked how no other stallion, or mare, lasted so long, and a couple other comparisons that, to be honest, had lost their luster far too long ago. But that wasn’t the worst of it all.

And Cadence likely felt a huge rush of excitement, and probably fear, as she found a hand on the back of her neck, quickly forcing her down on Evan’s cock like a common whorse being used by a needy stallion. Her fur stood on end, her eyes were wide as saucers, her wings spread in surprise and she almost jumped from her seat. Only, she didn’t. She ended up with a smile spreading across her lips as she nursed on the cockhead, fully covered in pre that she was oh so eagerly drinking, as Evan sighed in contentment.

“Remember what I told you about, that bit about that ‘bar’ that shows my ‘life’, as it were?” Evan sounded far more relaxed now, though his body was spasming as Cadence toyed with the large tip inside her muzzle. That ‘calm’ and collected voice quickly began to quicker as Cadence got her bearings and started to play with his shaft once more. “I-it showed up a-again… with that ‘status’ I a-also told you a-about… You just… teased me… too much.”

Evan didn’t know if Cadence felt remorse, or concern, or anything beyond giddiness as she chuckled with his cock still in her mouth. She lapped at his tip when she took it out and offered a smile, but no words.

It was nice to see just how concerned she was. Then again, sex likely overrode much of any concern (if she indeed was worried). Either the ‘addiction’ to his cum was already strong, or Cadence was just so starved of good sex that she cared little and, with all likelihood, thought Evan would just fly off the handle when he had enough of her teasing.

At one point Evan had grown to expect comments during sex, born both out of familiarity with some of his ‘partners’, or out of surprise (and usually not in a good way) in those he bedded the first time. With Cadence there was neither.

The change was welcome. Cadence still teasing, was not.

But it was incredible, or at least it felt incredible to Evan. Cadence was ravenous, but delicate, an interesting combination. She was yet to do more than suckle on his cockhead, but her lips were careful and gentle, her tongue lapped at his tip, going everywhere and clearing away the pre whenever a single drop made it to the top, and her teeth gently nipped at his shaft from time to time. It was truly pleasurable, but she was being a massive tease.

So Evan pushed things forward, and Cadence down.

Cadence could be small, comparatively, and the sound of a loud and wet *GLCK!*, along with her hooves trying to stop him, if for a moment, only to relax a second later, meant she could take it. Evan couldn’t see if her throat was bulging like before, but he was plenty sure it did. The feeling of snugness around his member was incredible, and while Cadence was surely in a bit of a bind, she had taken it before, and she was eagerly sucking and squeezing his cock for all it was worth as Evan rubbed the back of her neck. Whether demeaning or not, it only seemed to get Cadence hornier, and the pink princess just went to town.

The position was far from comfortable, but Cadence showed just how flexible ponies are by bending her body and neck like a snake. In return, and very much enjoying her ministrations, so it was no surprise, other than to Cadence, when his free hand traveled down the mare’s spine to gently get under and between her legs, squeezing one of her teats.

To Cadence it was a new experience. Feathers didn’t feel that good, or firm, and were far less detailed in their touch than fingers, to say nothing of just hooves. Mouths? She had felt a few, but oral sex was mostly a mare’s job, usually as the dominant one in a relationship, and sex (more so in marriage, but also in herds), and even then it went for a cock or a pussy, not the teats. They were largely relegated to maternal tasks, and the strange pleasure it brought.

Strange feeling, yes, but welcome. Evan’s fingers traced around her mounds, not big, not too big at least, but fairly decent, though Shining’s new udders were far bigger, that is for sure. It sent a jolt of pleasure whenever Evan rubbed her nipples, which in turn made her suck harder, and in one occasion nearly made Evan let loose a loud moan.

It was a very nice and pleasurable situation for the both of them, at least until a shrill scream stopped them cold in their tracks.





Miss (Encrusted) Diamond Duster let out a sigh. It was always like this when the guard got one of their botched up recruits serve as part of her crew. It was funny, but it wasn’t productive.

But it WAS funny.

Miss D.D., as she was usually called, was a relatively old mare, nearing her hundred years. She, as any old mares, looked quite mature, but that was as old as you’d get. No wrinkles, saggy skin, discolored mane or coat, and certainly no mental or physical loss. Still, she had a few decades before she needed to get to Elysium, or not even that, if the new medicines rolled out.

With a sparkling blue and white mane as well as a very light, almost white, blue for her coat and glittering silver eyes, she was ANAL, all letters in caps for a reason, about cleanliness. She abhorred it, and was considered a monster when something wasn’t clean to the point of being able to eat on it. And if you did that, well, you’d better pray for her not to see you.

As the head maid of the castle she had the usual uniform, yes, but she was quite petite, far past foal size, but she was still very small for a mare, so hers was specially fitted for a large filly. She was a unicorn, so it was easy to dress herself every day, though, and despite her hard ass personality with cleaning, she didn’t mind many of her coworkers taking turns to doll herself up. It was an open secret, the same as her love for doling others up in turn.

Probably why she liked it when a stallion messed up, and why she put up with the indignation most of them felt.

“I will have your head for this!” The now unenchanted, bright pink coated with golden mane and magenta eyes, stallion screeched in the girliest voice Miss D.D. had yet to hear. New record then. “My father will make sure you are demoted!”

Shining Armor had the most neutral stare that Miss D.D. had seen him sport in years. Then again, she had heard him and Princess Cadence discussing this particular spoiled colt in more than one occasion.

If it had been in Miss D.D.’s power, he would’ve kicked the young idiot out of the castle. Alas, she was here mostly just to clean.

“You have been making an spectacle out of this.” Shining Armor pointed upwards, to the balcony. There Miss D.D. saw the new creature that had been sighted recently, side by side with Princess Cadence at that. “And I am sure Princess Cadence will be far too willing to report your latest screw up. So please, do tell your father. I am eager to see what he does to try and save your flank this time.”

The young stallion, if you could call a lanky, slim, and gentle form like this pony had that of a stallion. Huffed. He looked far more like a mare, just like Shining Armor, only even more natural (almost like Fleur de Lis in fact) than many mares Miss D.D. knew. He was not made for the guard.

Maybe he was indeed a good candidate for a maid.

“This is not over, ‘captain’.” The would be stallion growled, or tried to. “I will get you, I swear.”

Miss D.D. slapped the stallion’s largely exposed flank. The two cutie mark of golden hoops interlaid jiggled alongside the stallion’s firm rear as he yelped, looked at her, and shrunk back.

“You may ‘ave a chance after OUR sift is done.” Miss D.D. spoke plainly and with a refined accent not common to this part of Equestria. “Ze captain has asked a boon of me, so ve vill do our part. Do it vell and you may get a stab at him, politically.” Miss D.D. snickered. “Not dat I belive you to ‘ave much of a chance, no matter vhat you do.”

As the dejected stallion turned and left, grumbling all the way, Miss D.D. smirked at Shining Armor and looked up, at the balcony, winking at Princess Cadence. She was far more observant than most believed, and she had seen how the pair had changed positions.

The castle was going to be quite fun for a few days, if nothing else.





“That maid saw us.” Evan did his best to remain even, though the trembling was noticeable if you looked long enough.

“Of course she did.” Cadence was far more careless as she grinded her rear up and down. “Miss Encrusted Diamond Duster IS the best maid within the castle walls, and probably most of Equestria. She can sniff when something is going on.” That made Cadence giggle for some reason  Evan couldn’t decipher. She did turn her head around to give him a look, however. “That reminds me: We should clean after we are done, or she’ll likely try to castrate you. Just saying.”

“Smol and stronk, got it.” Evan took both hands to Cadence’s hips, stopping the teasing mare from giving him any more of those cursed ministrations. “But I doubt we’ll leave much of a mess.”

Cadence shuddered, her wings once more expanding until they were as open as they could ever get. “O-oh?”

“Because I am not going to finish outside, not even once.”

Evan felt it again. Cadence’s marehood winked and suckled on the tip of his member before going back in. It wasn’t… exactly what he had thought he’d find. For a second he had expected a human pussy, but it wasn’t like that at all. It wasn’t bad, but it was new.

And it wanted him deep inside.

The yell had surprised both of them enough to stop when neither had wanted to. Lucky they did, too, otherwise it would’ve been quite problematic, either because of Shining himself or, more likely, one of the guards. But now they all were focused on the training and the training alone. It was time to see just how this could go and if Evan truly had the guts to do it.

But who needed to doubt when your partner was Cadence? “Why are you stalling?” And when she was still more than strong enough to defy Evan’s grip and move her hips in circles, teasing the young man even more. “Weren’t you so horny that you wanted to buck me here and now, mmhmm? Maybe I should call Shiny again. Yes! Shi…!”

And  just like that, Evan hilted inside her with one single motion.

Call it surprise, a chunk of adrenaline, the spur of the moment, or rapt fear at being found out, but Evan’s automatic response was to just give the mare what she wanted. It did what he intended, that is true; it shut her up. But it also made him lose what control he had exerted for the past half an hour.

The same sensation he felt after Cadence had blown him, that of a massive release, cascaded into Evan like a river breaking through. It was pleasure so uncontrollable that he was lucky just to have enough control to breathe as Cadence squeezed the life out of him, her own orgasm raging like an inferno, smothering his cock as her insides convulsed and tried to force him in deeper, not that she could, no matter how much she tried. With Evan’s hands on her hips, and going lower, he could feel the relatively large form of Cadence growing, first from his cock going in and bulging, and then from the inflation that load after load caused.

Never in his life had he felt this good. Was it because Cadence was a pony, his new size, or something else entirely? Evan couldn’t answer, nor that he was able to do much more than try to hold on as his half an hour of build up was spent rapidly, spurt after spurt, claiming Cadence’s womb time and time again until he finally felt empty and all his pressure and need were released.

But he didn’t let go, nor was Evan done. His mind, however, had become, let us say… disconnected.

Cadence, for her part, was in heaven, no matter what Evan was feeling. She had been craving for someone rough, big and daring, and while Evan himself wasn’t exactly all that daring, not yet anyway, she thought pushing the envelope, just a little bit, could get him to go and take what he wanted. And boy! Did it work like a charm! She almost slipped from the balcony’s hardy but smooth stone railing, managing a few weak kicks with her front legs as her rear ones had turned into putty.

Still, Cadence felt slightly disillusioned. The teasing had been there to force Evan’s hand. She had wanted to see first hoof just how long could he last, after all it hadn’t been more than an hour since he first came, yet he was still so easy to tease! Stallions needed half a day, or a whole day, and some mares were the damn same! Cadence had gone so long without a truly fun partner, without anyone giving her their all, that she was so desperate, horny, and full of desire so as to try this little plan of hers. Until now it had worked like a charm, and her pleasure right now was incredible, but not the mind blowing experience she had expected.

Then she felt his grip on her hips returning. For a second she thought he was going to put her down, that the fun was over for now.

At least until Cadence felt his cock still hard as a rock, not shrinking nor shrinking, throbbing inside of her.

She felt it slid all the way back, slowly but surely, along a huge wave of semen that, now that the orgasm began to subside, she could feel sloshing inside of her as that human member made a burning path of pleasure through her canal until it hit her entrance, blocking the warm milk from spilling out. Then he slammed himself deep inside once more, making her scream out silently as Evan grunted like an animal.

That, was what she had wanted.

The feeling of someone big and strong going all in. A familiar feeling, a thrill, that her Shiny had given her years ago. Shining was like that, the first few times. But he wanted to be a gentle stallion and all after a few talks with his parents, he thought that THAT is what Cadence wanted too. Cadence loved him, enjoyed their time together, but she missed the insecure and excited nerdy colt she met once, the one that made her whole body turn into flames with a mere touch. Now Evan was doing that to her, his tip bursting through all barriers and digging into her womb, spilling more of his tick, rich milk, and claiming her as his, at least for this one time.

But soon, very soon, he’d help Shining get all he ever wanted, and bring back the young stallion she had loved so, and that Shining wanted to get. And as reward? This. This, every time he wanted. Both of them, together, and with her.

It was a perverse thought, something all but forbidden by her aunt and the rules she put in place. This was wrong... And Cadence loved it. She wished for it to happen. She WOULD make it happen.

Evan held her with both hands, her hindquarters high in the air, her upper body supporting what she could as she rammed back and forth time and time again. He was standing up, and when Cadence looked back the gentle face he usually had was all but overridden by one of pure primal lust as he tried his best to make Cadence his in any way he could. Every movement looked and felt in slow motion to the princess of love as Evan’s mushroom like cockhead rubbed every part of her insides in a way she had never felt before, inflaming her need even more.

One hand slowly traveled up her side,  trailing her wing. Paired with the continuous slams, and the slapping of Evan’s balls against her teats, the feeling was enough for Cadence to finally take a mouthful of air and try to scream in pleasure. But it never came. As soon as she took air she felt the hand slip away from every pegasi’s most sensitive spot, only to force her muzzle close.

Cadence tensed just then. She felt him hilted, and her fantasies died for a second as she felt Evan bend over, slowly inching over her, making Cadence tremble as his throbbing member was squeezed inside of her by the hand still holding her in place. It was so tight that, with her mouth closed, she felt it was hard to breathe, more so as Evan’s own breath caressed the back of her neck.

“Don’t. Scream.”

The sound of his voice made Cadence tremble, releasing a high pitched whine as she came again, squeezing Evan harder than ever. But he didn’t seem to notice, instead gently caressing Cadence’s chin, slowly turning her face around.

She had to admit surprise, and no small amount of fear. Predators weren’t as rare as some wanted to believe, but few were just simple instinct driven animals, like some species of hydra amongst the most commonly known. Those had almost white eyes, with no pupils, yet they had all senses, even sight, sharper than any other creature.

Evan’s eyes looked exactly like that. Hungry. Empty. And looking at her and only her.

Just like that; without a word, or sound, he just kissed her, and held her there.

It was horrifyingly scary, a scene of nightmares. And yet, for some reason, feeling like a weak animal about to be eaten was extremely exciting. Similar to many role plays, to some of the scenes she helped couples enact, and a few of those that Shining and her had enjoyed.

She was prey and she loved it. 

Lust, pure lust and perversion. Evan was chock full of it. Bottled up for long, then allowed out in one go.

Again, Evan pulled back, only this time he did so while letting Cadence’s chin go, dragging his hand along her hips and grabbing at her as he fell backwards into his seat, dragging Cadence along. The moment he sat down he forced Cadence to take all of him, and if he had stopped the kiss the surprise and strength alone would’ve made the poor mare scream out in bliss.

Instead of stopping, Evan lifted Cadence up, breaking the kiss and biting on her neck. The surprise alone made her orgasm again, wiggling and spasming in pleasure as Evan held her close, his hands delving down, squeezing her teats before one squirmed over her pussy, playing with her clit while he held her there. And Cadence, either unwilling or unable to scream out, either because of his command or just the lack of air in her lungs, could only let him do as he pleased. And what pleased was simple: Getting her ready and used to  the position, tease her a bit, make her eager for more, before his hands went for her rear, the teasing all but done, before he lifted her up like she weighed nothing.

As soon as he slammed her down, still biting at her neck, Cadence just went numb. Not that she was unable to feel any pleasure, far from it, but by now she was into her role and far too willing to let this go on for as long as it could. She loved the feeling inside of her, the massive load sloshing as Evan forced her up and down, fucking her mercilessly, with fire running everywhere and making another orgasm approach oh so fast that she just didn’t know how to react. This was a first for Cadence, and she loved it, more so when she heard Evan’s guttural grunts on her neck, the spasm of his huge cock inside of her, and another load claiming her womb in large, but far smaller spurts.

Give it time, help him some more, and he would even grow bigger and needier. It was something Cadence couldn’t help but fantasize on.

And yet, she didn’t mind that he went on, far gentler, as the hour dragged on, filling her while both of them forgot of what was going on under them.





“I am so embarrassed.” Evan groaned, face downcast, as he waited for Cadence to finish cooking what she had named as a hydra steak.

It had surprised him to know Celestia had a stock of meat, fish and other things, but not as much as feeling both like he was in control and a prisoner in his own mind at the same time. Evan had been just so horny, so in such pure need, that something in his mind just clicked, then he, in a sense, blacked out. Evan knew perfectly well what he had wanted to do, how to do it, and for how long. But one thing was fantasies and another reality… At least, that is how it used to be.

-The effort was optimal. Chances at impregnating Cadence: 0.5% at the current time. Compatibility heightened. Chances now at 1%. Reminder: Alicorns suffer from near sterility. Only danger from loss of control... Exposure. Risk deemed acceptable.- M.O.C droned, either uncaring of Evan’s moral conundrum or unable to understand it. -Side effects: None. Modified body/mana structure won’t allow for damaged muscles and POWER will aid in rapid healing. Mental stability retained. Recommendation: Attempt to evade high stress situations.-

 “You can shut up and fuck right off, M.O.C.” Evan grumbled under his breath.

Cadence, for her part, was all but singing along as she prepared the steak, a couple eggs and some fries. Potato fries. Apparently far less widespread than hay fries, and largely unused by other species, but popular here and there. Apparently more so with the Yaks.

She was no longer bloated, as a maraton of one hour and a half of sex had left her originally. Instead, while tired and sore, she was happy, beaming even, with her mane and coat sparkling as if she had been energized like the damn bunny on steroids or something. That session was what her body needed, and while M.O.C had deemed noteworthy to say that Evan had eight or so chances at impregnating her (As, apparently, he kept a record for some fucking reason), it had all ended up in nothing. Either her condition, as M.O.C had shared a moment ago, was strong enough to kill the sperm, or Evan was still not good enough.

Cadence didn’t give a shit about the machine’s assessments though. She was stupidly happy, exuberant in more ways than one, and had been beyond willing to not only clean the whole mess they had made, but kick out the royal chef and her entourage for a while so she could cook Evan something. Why she was that chipper after Evan felt as if he had ravaged her, at one point maybe even against her will in a sense, he didn’t know. She had just told him she considered their whole session as a nice bit of roleplay, but Evan couldn’t help being a bit of a downer.

It wasn’t that he had disliked it, it was that he hated how he just fell out of control. It had never happened before, and he wasn’t sure why it did now. Was it his new nature, or maybe something else? At least he hadn’t really hurt Cadence.

Though he did worry about Shining or the guards catching them. They haven't paid attention, at all, after he had lost it.

“Here you go!” The way too bright pink pone, with still a bit of a belly as her body reused the cum she was unwilling to let it go, said with a massive smile as she took a seat on the kitchen’s table right next to Evan. “Hope you like it, because you’ll need the energy for Shining!”

Evan looked at the steak. It was huge, and purplish. It looked almost like well cooked monster meat from ‘Don’t Starve’, funnily enough, with a side dish of eggs that would’ve been normal, only they had red spots, and a bunch of fries. All of them nicely cooked and looking far better than Evan had thought any cartoon food had the right to.

She also levitated him a fork and a knife. So considerate, and way too energetic for Evan’s taste.

“Aren’t you worried about what happened?” Evan couldn’t help but ask as he took the utensils. “I keep thinking you are far too happy.”

Cadence tittered. “Boy, I needed that!” She said, a very happy, and also tired, sigh escaping her lips. “See the glow and all? It shouldn’t be like this. I mean, I was always supercharged before, but literal years without doing what I am supposed to do and that I love doing?” Cadence let out a pleased but tiny moan while resting her head on the table. “I could’ve killed for that.”

“Yeah, whatever.” This was the first time Evan had truly felt and sounded angry as he cut the meat.

It hadn’t been a day yet, and despite everything that he had gone through, Evan had been maybe scared and surprised, even reticent, but not pissed off. The one that had all but used Cadence like a toy? Wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. But that alone drove a clear divide between the Evan he had been, and the Evan he was now. Was he even human if just getting too horny made him go berserker? At least when he had manipulated Cadence he was himself. He even felt shitty about it. When he basically became a passenger in his own body all he could feel was the ecstasy of sex, little else.

The feeling was far less pleasant than it sounded like.

-Recommendation: Discard the feeling of guilt.- M.O.C chidded in its robotic voice. -It is counterproductive. Useless. Inaccurate. You wished to take Cadence, thus you took her. She was willing, you were willing. It was a mutual exchange. Your state during the activity changes nothing.- Evan was uninterested in retorting, either out loud or within his own mind. M.O.C was far more invested. -Suggestion: Try to remember the feeling. Channel it if needed. Instinctual impulses, lack of fear or pain reception, may be useful if cornered.-

‘Again: Shut. Up.’ Evan grumbled as he finally bit into the meat. The taste was… different, but not unpleasant. Cadence had done a nice job. He knew how to cook, but many things here were far more alien than the show made it look like. ‘I am not interested in that happening again.’

-Commendation: You should indeed not allow it to happen. Often. Instinctual acts will impede the mission in most instances. Conversely, they may help in others. Reminder: Your instincts are a boon. Allow them out when you feel cornered. Your task is clear. Your compliance, required. Do not discard a tool just because your morals and fears tell you to.-

Evan elected not to answer. Perchance the damn machine could be right, or, most likely, it would be, and not because chance wanted it so, but because this situation would demand it sooner or latter. Who knew? Maybe he’d be challenged by his guard tomorrow (More than likely), kidnaped by changelings (Again, likely), or something worse. Liking the ‘Oh Shit!’ button or hating it did not dismiss the fact that you had a ‘Oh Shit!’ button, just in case.

He almost let his knife drop when Cadence placed a hoof on his hand. Evan hadn’t noticed just how much his expression had changed, how much it had darkened, and how hard he was grabbing both knife and fork. The skin on his hands was turning red, and Cadence looked worried, either for his own health, or because him losing his temper could lead to a far more unsavory end that just getting hurt, or maybe breaking his utensils by brute strength alone.

“Sorry.” Evan relaxed a bit, going for more of the food as soon as Cadence’s content expression returned to her once worried face. “I… suppose that it just hit me hard, that is all. That has never been me. It is something new that hammered a few things in.”

Cadence wanted to reassure him, but this was a delicate matter, and she wasn’t about to lie. “I can’t say I know what you are going through. But maybe I pressured you a bit too much…”

Evan stopped Cadence right there by booping her nose, to which she squeaked like a cute pool to. That did get a chuckle out of him.

“You didn’t. At least I think you didn’t.” Evan spoke softly as he chewed some of his food. For some reason, after lightening up the mood, it began tasting better. “You teased the hell out of me, true, and I think you made me ‘hurt’, if we mean the HP crap I have to deal with.” He grunted, finding his new ‘biology’ to be a bit more bullshit now than he did before. “But… I doubt you just hurt me, or pushed me over the brink. Maybe it was going to happen at least once no matter what?” Evan was curious about that, but he did refuse to condemn Cadence as the culprit here. He wasn’t happy about what happened, but if she was okay, then better try to not have a repeat unless there was no other way out. “At least it didn’t happen with Shining Armor. I doubt he’d be able to take it like you did.”

Cadence blushed profusely as she bit her lower lip. “Yeah… Such a shame.” At Evan’s flat stare she had to whine. “Whaaaaat? I want him perverted like never before! I want my nerdy and pervy hubby! That is how he wants to be, not this gilded cage he forced on himself.” She snorted with an unhappy look on her face. “I may have teased you a lot because I want you to destroy him tonight and get him the fuck he needs, for which I am sorry, but I will not repent!” She held one hoof up and both wings opened proudly. “You will get Shiny the stallion of his, and my, dreams, no matter what!”

“Wow.” Evan snickered, trying his best not to chuckle, or worse, as  he bit through one of the strangely spicy eggs. “You are determined to get him hooked to perversion, eh?”

“I am lust. I AM perversion. I am Cadence!” The mare stood there after her little act, a somber and serious  (Read: Way too cute) face trying to impress Evan. “Love me.”

This was nice. Stupid. Silly. But nice. If nothing else this was what Evan always thought of when anyone mentioned a ‘fuckbuddy’: A friend you liked, that you had sex with, but that you stayed friends with. Not all that drama that usually cropped up when this happened for real.

Maybe it was because Cadence was a pony? They were, after all, different species. No matter how humans usually portrayed other creatures as ‘human like’ in most occasions, ponies were a different species. Different culture, different brain chemistry, different emotions.

He found himself happy at the change of pace.

“But let’s be serious for a second.” Cadence poked at his side with a hoof. “Finish what is effectively your dinner and let’s practice.”

Evan blinked. “Practice?”

“Changing my shape to be more sexy like!” Cadence chuckled as she looked at Evan intently. “You must have earned some more of that POWER of yours, right? Your little onboard companion mentioned you won’t waste it permanently if you change me back afterwards. So why don’t we spend a while practicing before you go to your room? Shining is most likely doing some paperwork and reviewing some stuff if he has finished ‘his’ plan and food. We have time.”

The young man played with the food he had in his mouth for a second, chewing on both that and what Cadence had offered. Honestly, he saw where she was coming from, and he welcomed the help. So why not? At least this time he was going to be in complete control.

That, and he had earned around 3K more POWER after their session. 2K for a proper fuck and 200 every time afterwards, though he hadn’t checked the exact number.

“You know what?” Evan gulped down what was left of the eggs and looked at the remaining fries and steak. He could spare a hand by now. “Let’s do this. Tell me what you want and  I’ll try to give it to you.”

Cadence’s sudden smile wasn’t exactly comforting.

“Weeeeeeell, if you are offering…”





Of course it was going to be that, why wouldn’t it? She was a pervert, wasn’t she? And she was making sure Shining Armor was going to be a good ‘mare’ too, so there was really no surprise. Evan could only let out a relieved breath the second he was back on his room. Lying against the door, now that Cadence had trotted away, was the only thing he could focus on.

Really, this was the most sexualy intensive day in his whole life, and he had been awake just a few hours.

In a sense it was great, he did need to relax a bit. In another it was worrying, mostly because there was no Shining Armor to be found.

Had Shining changed his mind? Maybe something had gone awry in the end… Or, maybe, Evan had ended up arriving too fast. Either way, and with no small amount of disgust, Evan finally noticed the smell that hung around him like flies to a corpse. A pretty analogy it was not, but fitting. Apparently as soon as Cadence and her magic had scampered, all the effects she generated as glamour around her all but gone, the stink of sex, sweat and various sexual fluids clung to him so hard he almost gagged.

Surprising how his pants were pristine, didn’t seem to have a stain, or even any smell to them. That much was clear when Evan took them off and brought them up for inspection. Whatever Celestia had done was indeed top notch, Evan had to grant her that much if nothing else.

So his only piece of clothing was clean. Whoop de fucking doo. He still stank to high heaven, though it was nice not having to discard those pants from the get go. So, Shining or not, Evan saw only one choice: Bathroom time, and the first shower of his new life. He was unwilling to depend on Cadence to not be caught and he was unsure of just how much those pants could take, that, and he felt dirty too.

Would they have human like porcelain thrones? Was the water summoned through magic? Funny and random musings that came to his brain aside, he welcomed a moment of peace as soon as he crossed into the bathroom and…

*fwoomp*

Evan heard something as soon as he closed the bed. He was sure of it, but he still took on the room as he walked in. He went to the absurdly large bathtub, likely fitted for a far broader and overall larger minotaur, with a urinal that reminded Evan of a Japanese toilet. Not surprising, considering the average composition of the sapient species of this world, though it would be a pain to get used to them. At least all required implements for cleaning were at hand.

But back to the sound…

As soon as Evan got the warm water running he went back to the door. The sound of the water masked Evan’s botched attempt at silently opening the door, not that t he pony on the other side was aware of his surroundings enough to hear him, even if he had opened the door right away.

Shining was there, bereft of armor, mostly naked. He was levitating a dress though, a mostly blue dress with white and gold highlights and the logo of a school, though Evan couldn’t see well what it was. What he could see was that it had little to do with the comic he had seen long ago, not that he remembered it too well, so it was likely as close to the canon he was aware of as the rest of this version of Equestria. So yeah, not much. It was cute though, Evan would admit that much, and almost Shining’s size.

He was there, in front of the open wardrobe from whence he came. Admittedly, he could’ve done better. There were marks of how Shining had fallen off, and while Evan would’ve liked to know why it had gone like that, he was more interested in Shining’s ramblings as he tried to fit the skirt around the plus derriere that he had been given by Evan and Cadence’s perverse thoughts.

“... for almost two hours?!” Evan finally heard Shining mutter in a nervous tone. His new girly voice quivered as he finally got the skirt through his well toned hips and around that plot of his. “How long did Cadence last? It is too much, too much!”

Evan could feel the color draining from his face. They had been seen! How many ponies noticed? Was Shining planning on something other than what Evan had planted in his mind?

“Come on, get it together.” Shining sat down and tried to psyche himself up, rubbing his cheeks with both forehooves, a cold sweat running down his brow if Evan was seeing right. “It is time for you to get what you want, right? I am sure Cadence did that to tease you!” His voice was high pitched, almost screaming to himself in a failed whisper. “Or… or may be he is just that good? He was… he was quite large… M-maybe I am thinking too much about this?”

Closing the door, Evan decided to let this go for now. Whatever Shining decided, he wanted a shower. Coming out now would spook him, and maybe get Evan in a real problem. Maybe the little bit of perversion placed in Shining’s mind would win him over.

And if it didn’t, Evan would prefer to die comfortable. And apparently naked. But comfortable nonetheless.

His surprise after he finished his shower was clear on his face as he exited the bathroom, only to find the room empty. He noticed his pants had been moved, but that was all. Anyone that hadn’t seen, heard, or planned, the intrusion from Shining Armor would have ignored the small, all but imperceptible changes from the moment they came in, took a shower and then went to bed. Because he was going to bed. Shining Armor was gone, which meant something bad, likely at any rate, and Evan was both tired, full, and now relaxed after a good shower.

Bed. Fuck everything. That was his only need.

The day had been long, taxing and, stressful. With Shining now gone Evan could only guess that tomorrow was going to be far worse. Yes. Today had been good in a few aspects, like sex, like having the only thing he hated in his body changed, and also (in part) having the chance at one of his greatest fantasies (in a sense). But all this stress was making having the cake, and eating it too, far too costly a task.

Evan really appreciated just how damn comfortable the bed was this time around. M.O.C said he wasn’t going to feel sore, but either it was lying to him, or it was just like phantom pain. Either way his body was crying for a full night’s rest as he crawled on top of the bed (thankfully the maids had been kind enough to get everything changed), only to melt the moment his bones hit the deck and his head rested on the pillow. It was so good that he was about to pass out right away.

*creeeeaaaak*

Or not.

“Give me an E!”

He wasn’t going to do it.

“Give me a V!”

He was. What the f…!

“Give me an A!”

Shining jumped from the wardrobe, pompoms of blue, white and yellow thrown into the air. His tone was far more feminine and overly bombastic/enthusiastic. Likely he was doing his best, but still forcing it somewhat.

“Give me a N! What does it give us?!”

Shining landed with incredible grace on  his rear hooves, ass jiggling far too much for a stallion of his muscular complexion. Probably it was thanks to the change. Whatever it was, it was entrancing, and quickly made the nude Evan sport a tent as Shining caught the pompoms with his forehooves.

Interesting position for a quadruped. It also showed Shining was hard as a rock. He could even get to suck himself off without much difficulty, more so with his new, and much sleeker, form. His biggest problem was the puddle that his bluish stallionhood was leaving behind, though. Evan thought he’d slip as soon as he took a step forward, but the effeminate stallion managed.

Far more surprising was the cartwheel Shining made, all but flying from his spot up to Evan’s bed, sticking the landing and presenting in as much of a lewd way as he could. The pose he tried to make was far less amusing than the red hue his whole body was growing into though. Even his erection was trying to change color.

“EVAN!” Shining Armor hollered, a perfect representation of the usual cheerleader stick. He was panting, all but red from either embarrassment or need, and trying his best to remain ‘cool’.

He was indeed a dork, and Evan couldn’t help but snicker a bit despite everything.

“W-well…” Evan did his best to appear as impressed as he should’ve been, as well as surprised, but he was just trying not to laugh, or focus on Shining’s stallionhood trying to slap the stallion, still on two legs, on his own chin. “This was… unexpected.”

Shining smiles, his color normalizing, if just a bit, as he returned to his four legged stance. The pom poms were attached to his hooves as he walked forward slowly, his massive blue shaft bouncing against his chest, udders full and leaking slightly, emulating the tip of his dick.

“But not at all! I promised I’d meet with you, didn’t I? And seeing as you have been put in such a dire situation; far away from home, family, and all you knew… How could I ever do anything but do as our princess of the sun always says? To bring… ‘harmony’.”

Shining said that as chipper and giddy as before. His eyes, however, had changed to emulate hearts. Was that real, or some kind of glamour? Evan was unsure as Shining did his best to appear sensual as he walked, step by slow step, getting closer to  him.

“Of course, Caddy was faster than me.” His voice trembled there a little bit, but Evan could see his cock throbbing as Shining began to get on top of him. “But she is the princess of love! It is her job, and I am sure she felt bad about changing you with her magic… then she felt really good.” Shining used one of his hooves to rub it along the covered length of Evan. “VERY good in fact… I wonder how long you two lasted?”

At that Evan gulped and tried his best not to stammer. “Around two hours?” Shining winced at that. It was small, but Evan noticed. “Listen, I am sorry, I…”

Shining surprised Evan by nearly feeding him a hoof. Very gently mind you. “No need to be sorry. I have been busy. I have been holding Cadence to what I believed once, and what Princess Celestia expects of her. She has told me more than once that it… hurts, in a sense.” The stallion let a little shigh out. “If I am going to break some stupid rules, she should do too… And let loose, as it were.” It surprised Evan that Shining smiled gently at him. Then it turned lecherous. “Besides. I know how you can pay me back.”

As soon as Shining took the hoof away Evan asked the obvious question. “And you want…?”

The stallion snorted. Despite the change, this sounded, and felt, as powerful as it should for a stallion of Shining’s constitution. Maybe more so with the added frustration of Evan acting so dense for the sake of the charade.

“M-m-make m-me y-your mare to-tonight.” Shining failed utterly at speaking there, but he still looked determined. “I… I doubt I can last anywhere near what Caddy can. She has a lot more experience… B-but I will do better!” The determined look went into a desperate, blushing, and horribly cute one as Shining pushed forward, inching ever close to Evan. “Make me yours, b-breed me, fill me up! I don’t care if you get too rough! I got lubed, I psyched myself for this, I…”

Evan stopped Shining with a single digit pressing against his nose. “Relax. Let’s take this slowly and…”

“No.” Shining pushed Evan’s hand away. “I want this. I may be nervous, but I do. I want to buck off all that baggage I have.” He snorted and pushed forward again, this time making it almost nose to nose with Evan. “I don’t want foreplay, I don’t want to wait. I want what Caddy got. I want to feel like a mare. I want to see what it would be to bear a foal.” He pressed his muzzle against Evan’s nose. “And you are going to help me.”

A kiss was forced down on Evan. In that position he could not refuse, nor react, but Evan could hardly complain. He barely noticed it the first time, but ponies tasted very nice, stupidly so. Cadence was some kind of bubblegum like flavor, while Shining was a powerful and sweet blueberry.

The surprise and power of the kiss, though he could feel Shining shuddering, or likely just plain trembling, did distract him from Shining floating slightly, or how the unicorn took his covers away from him.

No one could distract him from getting his cock rubbed by Shining’s magic as if he was using an onahole, though.

Shining broke the kiss with a big smile on his face and a blush so fierce it threatened to spread all over his body again. It was as if he was yelling “Look at me! I did it!”. At least until he looked back. Until he saw the hard cock aiming at his cute backside.

Gulping down, with Evan silent as he wanted to see where this was going, Shining focused, closed his eyes, and lifted Evan’s cock with his magic. Shining could act all cute and dominant, likely like a mare in his mind, as he wanted, but he was horribly nervous, and the massage that his hardly controlled magic was giving Evan was making the poor young man spray pre everywhere. But still he stood, waiting for Shining to finally take a breath, hold still, and properly position himself over the rock hard shaft .

Sadly, aiming wasn’t Shining’s strong suit.

Evan braced himself at first, seeing Shining’s nice ass jiggling as he tried to push down and get the tip inside, or at least kiss it with his entrance. And almost slid off to the side, letting out acute yelp and after making avery surprised face. Then he took a firm grip of the bed  (I don’t know how) and tried again, only for the human shaft to kiss his balls and his udders, then slid under and rub against his own blue shaft. That one got him to blush horribly.

It also got Evan to snicker, lift his arms at last, and grab Shining’s ass. The small size of ponies made all of this oh so easy, though the position wasn’t as ideal as you’d think.

“Wait!” Shining yelped in surprise. “A mare should be in charge! I…!”

“A mare, yes.” Evan grinned, shutting Shining up. “My mares? No.” He had never been this dominant, but only because Evan had never been this confident. The last little ‘bump’ aside, Evan was more than willing to use what he had to the fullest. “Got it, Shiny?” And the blush on Shining’s face only made it even more worth it.

“O-ok…” Shining gulped.

“And engulf that cock of yours in a field or something, if you can.” Evan chuckled, seeing how the blue cock looked ready to fire. “I doubt you want the maids finding about this, and you seem to have brought no condoms.”

Shining’s eyes became saucers and his heart shaped pupils little more than pinpricks. Indeed, he wanted no one to know… yet… maybe. This was hot, fun, and a fantasy brought to life, but he still had serious doubt about quite a few things.

So he did as ordered.

It was interesting to see his shaft covered in a bluish glow, that was true. It almost looked neon like.

Evan hoped it would do better than most condoms with a cock that size and hold, otherwise he would need another shower right away.

“Ready?” Evan asked the now mute and awaiting Shining, who only managed to nod in response. “Good. Then, relax.”

Shining tried. He really, really tried. He had hoped to play the role of a slutty cheerleader, maybe an airheaded one. It had been so long since he had roleplayed. The scene he had seen during trained had been more… brutal, primal even. Caddy was the prey, he knew that, and Evan the predator.

It had been so fucking hot.

But now he couldn’t do his part. He wasn’t angry at all. He hadn’t been angry at any point. Envious? Yes. He had been VERY envious in fact. He had wanted to get what he had always dreamed of… And he was failing at it.

When Evan finally made contact with his rear, Shining stiffened, shuddered, and felt his ass clench. Evan gave his booty a nice pat and a squeeze, and Shining relaxed. He wasn’t sure WHY he did, but he did. Maybe because he had some strange trust on Evan, or because he was more horny now than he had been in a long time, but he was sure that Evan knew what he was doing.

Until the tip went in. Then Shining sucked in a deep breath, did his best not to moan… and came.

Evan said nothing, in fact he didn’t notice as his eyes were closed as he released a sigh. Shining, however, was  mortified. Here he was, with a plan ready, only to forget that plans don’t survive contact with the enemy. But Evan didn’t seem to mind, in fact he was unlike what Shining had expected. Seeing it from afar is one thing, but feeling the girth of the human going, in, how hard he was, how warm it felt, and the pleasure it brought, without the human in question firing a quick shot, was incredible to Shining Armor.

The girly stallion let out a moan at last. Loud, deep and full of need as he tried to push down. The orgasm had been quick and dry. Pleasurable, yes, but with very little release. Either nervousness or the need for more had made sure of it. He was squeezing Evan down though, and his soon to be completely deflowered hole made it very hard to push forward, but push Evan did, and Shining helped him eagerly.

Evan himself could feel it going deeper. An inch, then two. It was hard. Shining Armor was both tight to begin with, and also squeezing him down like mad. He had a few virgins in his time, a few years back, and it was usually the same. Nervous, but eager, willing to experiment, but scared. Shining was not going to hurt him, in fact, despite a pony’s body being far stronger than their size and weight should allow, and being perfectly capable, neither Cadence nor Shining came close to hurting him. With Shining Armor it was maybe too soon to make a point of that, but he was doing his best to please, though his nervousness had more or less killed the scene he had tried to play out.

That is why it surprised Evan how easy he managed to push the next time he forced himself, gently, deeper into Shining Armor. It so happened that the little pony tried to help, so instead of pushing down a little bit, both met in the middle and nearly ten inches in total were now inside Shining Armor.

Shining went completely still. He could feel his stomach bulging slightly, and by Evan’s groan he was sure that the human was enjoying himself. Shining? He was trying very, very hard to not scream out in ecstasy, like a mare in heat and begging for cock. Either that or just cumming and losing control of his magic. It had been painful, yes, but he was well trained and lubed to the point that it felt slick, pleasurable and almost a dream come true, if it hadn’t been so shudden. But instead of making Shining stop, it just made him want it more.

It hurt a bit, stung more like, and Evan was pushing Shining up, making that sensation worse… But the pleasure was far stronger. It wasn’t as Shining had envisioned it in his head, but the cock was different, the size was… alien, for a lack of a better term, and Evan’s behavior was unlike any other creature on the world.

So Shining, once he had managed to surprised both himself and Evan by going down once more. He managed to let a little whinny out, his backside quivering as he speared himself with all but three inches of the man’s member. He squeezed, he panted, and he looked about to cry, but not in pain, though he felt the fullest he had ever been.

For Evan even this much was hard to resist. Shining’s rear muscles were squeezing him in every heartbeat. The stallion was growing hotter, shuddering at the feeling, and, if Cadence had been on point, he was likely about to jump the gun.

Not that Evan was much better.

His new body could tell him all it wanted that he was fine, but he was tired, had so much sex that, instead of holding back out of exhaustion and feeling empty down there, something was begging him to cum again. Shining’s eager attempt at taking him whole was making him feel like the first time he had sex too. His cock was throbbing, on fire with pleasure, and the lube Shining had used was being washed away by an almost literal lake of precum that he was firing into the poor stallion’s hole.

“Shining.” Evan croaked. “Take it… Take it slowly… Or we aren’t going to last.”

“No.” Shining winned, pushing back up again. “I want it.” Then slammed himself down. Almost to the hilt, making Evan gasp as Shining’s stallionhood throbbed and his nuts churned as much cum as he could muster. “I  want it all… Give it to  me… Please!”

“But…!”

Shining stopped Evan once more by rising and falling a third time. At this point a loud *plap!* was heard as Shining’s blue nuts landed on Evan’s lower chest. The stallion let out the girliest whinny that he could and squeezed down HARD. It felt like the most pleasurable vice grip to date, either out of exhaustion, heightened senses desiring another orgasm, or just Shining using his own magic. Evan didn’t know, nor did he care, all he could do was try to resist the orgasm that was trying to claim his body.

At least until Shining let out a cry of pleasure and blew his own load, making the muscles on his ass contract and trap Evan in a prison of flesh and pleasure that convulsed and tried to milk him of all that was left of his seed. Shining’s magic ‘condom’ was filling up, the shield bubble expanding, nuts firing all they could, as the stallion kept on moaning, riding the bliss wave for all it was worth.

Evan, too, was unable to hold back as he tried to move, only for Shining to start bouncing up and down. He was unsure why, or how, the stallion could move, but he just forced one smaller orgasm after another, with that bluish balloon filling more and more before he pushed down hard, kissed Evan, and began riding him even harder, faster, trapping his member in place after a few more bounces and using his muscles for all they were worth, finally milking a massive shot of eager sperm into his rectum.

It was a very quick orgasm, but Evan couldn’t last more today, not even if he wanted. He allowed the pleasure, the surprise, and the desire, to take him away, inundating Shinng’s cavity with all he had before embracing him as close as he could, squeezing the crossdressing ‘little’ girly stallion as Evan filled his bowels full of rich white goo that the captain of the guard had lusted after for so long.

Different species be damned, Shining got what he wanted!

*Ding!*

And of course something had to mess the moment!

-First pregnancy detected. Congratulations.- The voice of M.O.C dronned within Evan’s head, surprising the human, but not enough to break the kiss with Shining Armor. -Normal 1000 POWER reward for 1º time with pony: [SHINING ARMOR]. Multiplier: x5 (Pregnancy). Multiplier: x2 (Virginity). Maximum POWER absorption complete: 10K units of POWER.-

Leave it to the machine to make this all about fucking numbers. Evan needed to find the fucking options menu of the thing.

…

Of course the M.O.C would not give information about THAT topic.

Evan was brought back to reality, and the tiredness he suddenly felt crushing his consciousness, as Shining Armor broke the kiss, panting and quivering like if all the energy had been sapped out of his body. He had a dopey smile on his muzzle, and the heart shapes on his pupils had turned freaking pink in hue. Either Evan had done something right by barely doing anything, or Shining truly loved just getting plowed.

“I… I… Thank you.” Shining bit his lower lip, lowered his muzzle again and gave him another little kiss. It would’ve been a very nice scene in a different setting, but right now Evan felt quite guilty. “I… I would like to remain but… I want to see Cadence first time in the morning and… and I should make sure nopony finds us like this, at least until Princess Celestia gives you the alright…”
 
It was far from the worst scene Evan had seen, or the worst reason to fuck and flee he had been given, so he just nodded. “Just… Next time we should be fresh, both of us. Okay?” He was at least able to give Shining’s ass another squeeze. It made that rear jiggle and Shining moan, another glob of cum falling into the ‘condom’.

“Yeah… I… We weren’t exactly at full.” Shining blushed, chuckling awkwardly before letting out a moan as he pulled Evan’s cock from his ass at a very slow, almost excruciating pace. The poor stallion likely was sore despite how good he had felt. “Would you mind doing it again… soon?” But not sore enough to not ask for more.

Evan just snickered. “Between your girlfriend and you, I am going to get drained.”

Shining poked his tongue at him. Whatever uneasiness either of them had been feeling had just evaporated. It hadn’t been the best interaction, or fuck, either males had ever had, but it had been a way to… connect, maybe?  In any case, Evan considered it a win.

“Well, who knows? Maybe that is what all three of us need.” Shining went for another kiss, but in the last second opted for a nuzzle, then used magic to give Evan a quick once over and clean his cock from cum and body from sweat. “A little something from Caddy.” Another flash from his horn, a groan, and Evan saw the same happening to his own cock. “And… that… too.” The unicorn turned around slightly, allowing Evan to see that he had some kind of… plug in his ass? But made of magic, of all things. “I’ll keep that in place to not make another mess.” Shining tried his best to give a cute wink, but the massive blush on his face and the shuddering of his body offered a far more interesting picture.

Evan let out a snort. “Thank you. Such a lovely and attentive mare.” That only made Shining blush harder. “So… See you tomorrow?”

The question made Shining’s ears drop. “No…” Despite what he was still feeling all over his body, Shining looked as if all the fun had been taken away from him. “Tomorrow you will be assigned the guard and… Even I don’t know who it’ll be. I have been given orders to be alert… just in case.”

“Oh…” Evan’s own little nest of happiness just went up in smoke too. “I see…” He sighed but nodded. Not much to do about it. “Then… the day after, unless Celestia decides to banish me or something?”

Shining tried to smile, but ended up being more of a thin line than anything. “Let’s not joke about that.” He said, his previous tone, even that lovestruck look (and eyes) gone. It was a cold shower in a metaphorical form. “But I do hope it all goes well.” Shining nuzzled Evan again, lying down gently. Their bodies were hot, but luckily not sticky. “I don’t know how you got Caddy to like you so fast, or why I went for you. Today seems strange indeed.” Evan did his best not to stiffen at that. “But you can’t be all that bad if we both like you for whatever reason, right? I like to think I am a good judge of character.”

Evan could do little more than think just how wrong Shining was, at least in a way. “Let’s hope you are indeed.”

“Yeah, let’s.” Shining gave the human a little hug and got up. “I really, really would’ve liked staying longer, and talked, and done much more… But something just got me hoping for the best if I did this. I just hope I didn’t weird you out too much.”

“Not at all.” And again, Evan felt like a bit of an ass. “So how about you go rest and stop worrying? We can talk about all this, and I mean all of it.” He said, hinting likely at Cadence too, though whatever Shining got from that was up to him. “Because, and I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, I am busted.”

Shining snorted, but this time in good humor. “I bet. I doubt any pony, or most creatures for that matter, could’ve lasted as much as you.” Then he let out a content sigh and a nod. “See you soon. Maybe next time we’ll cuddle into the night too.”

Evan was able to wave before Shining was gone in a bright flash, the allowed himself a grunt of frustration. As fun as this day had been, he was so damn conflicted about it all.

Also, he was now a father. Or he would be at any rate. First day, scratch one.

Call about being a completionist, eh?

But joking aside, Evan was tired, felt broken physically and drained mentally. M.O.C could say whatever he wanted, but between everything that had happened today, and the mountain of shit he had to deal with, he really, really, REALLY, wished that tomorrow would be easy.

Fuck him, right? There were enough ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’ that the only thing allowing him to fall asleep was the feeling of tiredness consuming his whole body. 

The only question that remained before Evan passed out was this: What kind of guard was going to be awaiting for him tomorrow?



Option 1: The most likely and dangerous choice that Celestia will go with: A Thestral. Far more warrior like of a tribe than on average, devoted to the point of fanaticism when in the military, and likely ready to force a fight out of Evan in hopes to drag him down as the menace he is. - Default name: Sonar Screech. Chances of confrontation: Roughly 90%. Difficulty (Risk of requiring more… harsher means to subdue) - Very High




Option 2: Almost as likely, but far less so, it could be a Pegasus. They are more military and purposeful, still ready for a scrap, but more ‘civilized’. Although those directly under Celestia are probably far too obsessed with the princess, very much like their cave and forest dwelling cousins. - Default name: Steel Wingtip. Chances of confrontation: Close to 75-85%. Difficulty - High




Option 3: Alternatively, Celestia may have had a change of heart and assigned a more mellow fellow to Evan: A Earth Pony. Far less warlike, or ready for a fight, they are the strongest and sturdiest of ponykind, but prefer to take things at a more placid pace. It is highly unlikely, but maybe this could be good? - Default name: Standing Wall. Chances of Confrontation: Low, but still around 20-25%. Difficulty - Low/Medium




Option 4: Of course, you can always count with the middle pony:A Unicorn. Those under Celestia’s direct command are most numerous when it comes to magic users, but range from mild mannered to pampered and just plain competent and powerful. The chances of a magic user is, however, relatively low, considering Celestia is doubtful of the effect magic has on Evan.  - Default: Silverite Spell. Chances of confrontation: From 25% to almost 60%. Difficulty - Medium




Option 5: Lastly, pure danger: A Changeling infiltrator. Likely posing as a unicorn of those close to Celestia, and as likely a native of Canterlot, born of changeling parents and with a changeling family already situated deep within pony civilization, but still loyal to the Hive and Chrysalis. This would be an interesting, but dangerous, and unlucky, option that is likely to bring more problems to Evan. - Default: Smoky Mirror (Unicorn) / Hidden Stinger (Real name). Chance of Confrontation: No chance, shit is going to happen. Difficulty - F.U.B.A.R

> Chapter 4 - Racial Issues
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Morning was, initially, a simple affair. Evan even woke up feeling quite positive. Now?

*thunk* *THUNK* *THUNK!*

Not so much, no.

“Stay still, human.” The guard mare growled, knives three more knives still in her magical grip. “I have tests to conduct.”


*** Roughly an Hour Ago… ***


-Warning: Princess Cadence approaches.-

‘Why would that be a warning?’

Evan had just finished drying out his hair. The shower yesterday had been oh so needed, and Shining had cleaned him up well enough after their nightly activities, but as soon as he woke up he felt like shit once more, as well as dirty. Plus, he had a bit of a smell to himself. It only meant that A) M.O.C was either truly fucking with him, or he perceived things he shouldn't. And B) Shining’s own magic tricks weren’t as developed as Cadence in certain areas.

In any case, he was already ‘clothed’, though he did need to find out if he could get at least a pair of sandals and a shirt. He didn’t feel chilly, but damn did he feel exposed and a little self conscious. Not that he had a bad body he was ashamed of being shown, but he had grown up with the usual rules most humans abide by.

So, you know, the usual.

And it was during that shower that pain had flared indeed, but also the reason as to why he didn’t feel any now. M.O.C had again insisted that his body repaired itself far faster than a normal human one, yet the pain lingered. It prompted him to go all white mage on his own ass and buy the most basic healing ability (Minor Recovery), a spell by any other name, alongside two other utility skills to both conceal himself (Who hasn’t had that fantasy of sneaking into a bathroom here and there?) by the name of ‘Vanish’ and a simple defensive shield going by ‘Shield’. The last one was anything but original, nor was it impressive by any means, but unlike much pricier skills these came with but a thought and some exertion of will on his part, so it took no time to get used to them. Hell, the shield came in handy when he nearly totalled his head against the shower by acting like a drunk fuck, so that was something.

Frankly, he had gotten them just in case Shining or Cadence found out about the little achievement from yesterday and weren’t happy about it. It was a bit of a cowardly, and stupid, assumption to make, but Evan was willing to spend some of that POWER to cover his ass, just in case. Also because he was concerned about the guard he was supposed to have assigned for ‘supervision’. He wanted to believe Celestia could be as nice here as in the cartoon, but since he had POWER to spend, and his life was on the line… Well, it makes people wary and cautious.

Speaking of which. Maybe that was the reason M.O.C considered warning him of Cadence’s approach? Surely not. He had been just preparing for the worst of the worst outcomes, and even Evan himself knew it was unlikely to ever happen.

Or was it?

*Knock. Knock*

Maybe, maybe not. Evan just decided to open the door with a smile on his face. “Hey there.”

Cadence was not smiling back. “We have a problem.”


***


“Silverite Spell?”

“Yes, that is her name. Of the ‘De Spell’ lineage created by a mare by the name of Magica during an age now long gone. Their bloodline was founded by a previous alicorn, or so they say, which probably means they are exaggerating. Still, most of Canterlot knows them as elitists and borderline unicorn supremacists focused on ‘luck’ trinkets and raw magic power. Very old, very stubborn bloodline, so par for the course.” Cadence didn’t seem happy as she spoke, so Evan did his best not to inquire. “Some of them ended up in Tartarus when they went way above and beyond the law for some of their… acquisitions.”

The walk from Evan’s chambers had been silent and largely quiet as well as lonely. A maid here or there, maybe a Royal Guard patrolling the castle, but it looked like Evan’s path had been cleared up, almost on purpose. He doubted the politicians around here were already gone, or demanded enough attention so as to leave the number one risk at the present (so to speak) so unattended.

Sane as yesterday, the going was long, but Evan felt a little weary with the silence Cadence was treating him with. Then she spoke that name and the floodgates opened.

“They are one of the many ‘high nobles’ from Canterlot.” Cadence spoke with such vitriol it surprised Evan, to say the least. “Mostly unicorns, but a few other families from different tribes are as bad, if not worse. Auntie has made most of them serve at least one tour of duty in the Royal Guard or the army to straighten them up. It usually works, but their heritage holds as strong as auntie’s command, so fifty-fifty they come out nicer and sober, or feeling even more superior than before.” The sneer on her face said more than enough. “Silverite is one of the ‘few’ that clung to their family’s most unpleasant traditions both in the public eye and in private. She is far from the only one, but not even being aware of auntie’s ever watchful eye upon them seems to make a difference, so auntie tends to… use them.”

“Use?” Evan was shocked at how easily, if not exactly comfortable, Cadence had admitted to such a thing.

“Celestia is still a politician.” Cadence spoke, almost in a hushed whisper as she trotted ever so calmly, at least in appearance. “My aunt can be truly magnanimous, gentle and loving… but she is also expected to protect the country and every single pony and creature in it. The Royal Guard exists to extend her reach, and that sometimes includes…” The mare bit her lip as she looked around with worry obvious on her face.

“Being underhanded, ruthless and generally amoral?” Evan didn’t expect the puppy like eyes, or expression, Cadence gave him. “Hey, the world cannot be sunshine and merriment all the time. I am not going to judge.” But he was sure as hell glad he had spent POWER with those abilities.

“Please, don’t think ill of my aunt.” Cadence begged, ears down as she began to walk again. “You DO know your appearance is just another worry considering what is about to happen.”

Celestia wasn’t the only one worried right now, but sure. Evan could understand how the sun princess could look at the time and say ‘Oh! Mighty fine! A strange creature appears just short of my sister’s return, via cursed artifact no less! I am sure it is all a coincidence and there is no danger whatsoever!’. 

Of course it wasn’t, but right now only Cadence and Evan himself knew of this.

So Evan just petted Cadence who, instead of making a fuss about it, hummed in delight. “I am not going to be angry at her for this, hell, I understand her. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. As a great person once said.” Though he did frown at that. It was a beautiful sentiment of selflessness and duty, yes, but right now it was not appropriate. “Fuck, I never thought I’d find a situation where that phrase was technically wrong and right at the same time.”

There was a moment of silence there. Not blishful, but silence. Evan wondered if the creators of Star Trek ever thought of a situation where a single person held every other life in the palm of his hand, a situation where that kind of balance was far more optimal than the alternative, and yet the phrase still rang true because Evan didn’t have any desire to be a despot or anything like it.

Cadence didn’t have anything to say about that, and not only because she didn’t have a clue about the quote itself (Though she did sympathize with the sentiment). That, and she was uncharacteristically serious, to the point of being afraid of what was going to happen.

She had seen her aunt do many things she had been opposed to, but all of them were necessary. When Evan told her about that other version of her world… To her it sounded like a filly’s tale, one she would’ve loved to live in. Cadence was unsure if her aunt would ever be able to truly act like that other Celestia; truly kind, loving and trusting of everypony around her, maybe to a fault. The Celestia she knew, and she loved her dearly, was far more jaded than that, unlike most ponies, bar those that were in the military or had taken up adventuring, and had seen and done far too much to be that cheery.

Maybe all she needed was a good rutting? It could be her perversion talking there, but Cadence felt sure that her aunt just needed to make a few ‘close friends’ and go back to her old ways. Didn’t some of the ancient scrolls call her ‘Molestia’ or something similar? Maybe it had been a joke of an age gone by, or something far more literal, she just didn’t know for sure.

But as she thought of her own little fantasies to keep away worry she just left Evan to his own devices, and the young man’s paranoia, grabbing his attention far more than nostalgia at a simple quote, made him worry instead of try and push the conversation in any other direction. Silence was not what his worried mind needed.

Silence is what he got, though, at least until they made it to the dining room where, at last, a pair of guards stood to attention.

Much to Evan’s surprise the guards gave both of them sincere smiles before opening the door. They seemed to have none of the suspiciousness he had expected of them and probably were as close to being hostile as a common pony in the cartoon. If nothing else this did get his hopes up when thinking about his imminent encounter with the mare. Maybe, just maybe, Cadence was wrong… Right?

For all his worry Evan was quite easily surprised, though. Mostly thanks to the massive table, made out of what seemed to be white wood lined with gold and a surface of perfectly polished marble, alongside mahogany seats of the highest quality and with magnificent details carved into surprising shapes. Likely an easy job for a unicorn gifted with that kind of cutie mark, yes, but surprising enough for Evan to get lost on the grandeur, and that was without looking at the room in its entirety.

“I imagined it to be more… subdued.” Evan ended up humming.

Cadence let out a little chuckle. “Auntie would have prefered it that way, but nobles and dignitaries expect otherwise.”

Evan didn’t really have much to say about that beyond a simple ‘Uh-huh’ as Cadence guided him to a seat close to the furthest one from the entrance. Seeing as it was the biggest and more detailed one, a throne by any other name, Evan could guess who it was for.

He thought of a topic to bring to the table, anything to ease the tension that was so palpable in the air, even if Cadence seemed a bit more distracted than he’d wish for, but he didn’t have a chance. The doors of the dining hall opened once more, something Cadence obviously hadn’t expected, much less Evan, but apparently Celestia had made plans beforehand, and this suited her just fine.

There was the barest hint of a smirk on Celestia, an edge to her eyes. Evan couldn’t help but notice that, yes, her horn was sharp indeed, like a spear even, and no matter how delicate, at least in a sense, they wanted to portray her in the cartoon, here Celestia would more likely compare with an amazon than just a simple princess. 

There was no two ways about it: The mare was ripped, but curvy, her wings were, now that she had them displayed, immense for her size, but apparently perfectly capable of shrinking to a more ‘normal’ size as she retracted them in a way that, to any normal mind, made little sense. Between all those characteristics Evan had to begrudgingly agree with M.O.C’s previous assessment and thank it for its counsel. Though, to be honest, this only reinforced the idea: Don’t fuck with the princess.

The young man was willing to forget Celestia for a second however, because Evan ‘felt’ something thug him to the side. It was as if his senses picked on something, or words uttered by M.O.C in a way Evan couldn’t comprehend, either way it made him shiver despite the pony in question looking fairly normal.

She was clearly the mare Cadence had warned Evan about mere minutes ago. Unicorn, relatively tall and strong looking. She was stupidly far from Celestia’s elegant and feminine appearance, yet strong and unmatched, but closer to the average stallion of the guard, at least the unicorns at any rate, which still made her rather slender. Other than that, it was easy to see the greaves and the golden armor, but the helmet was nowhere to be seen. That single detail was the one thing to note her many differences to the ‘concealed’ members of the regular troop.

The coat on her muzzle was of a gentle yellow color, while her lower hooves’ fur was orange/ish at first glance if nothing else, but the rest of her was pristine and white as alabaster. Her mane was an utter contrast with the clear colors, instead being black as pitch, to the point where Evan could swear it absorbed light. Such an effect was made even more obvious when Evan noticed that the mare’s eyes, slit like those of a predator, had some kind of faint golden glow that amplified their normal, amber like coloration.

Or maybe not? A blink after the fact and the mare’s eyes were back to normal pony, super expressive and ultra big and cute eyes, although slightly colder and far more focused than Evan had seen.

Interesting as that had been, Evan couldn’t help but notice how the mare turned around to nod towards Celestia before approaching him, with Celestia going the other way around, likely aiming at a very nervous looking Cadence. There were no words spoken until Celestia reached with a wing to gently place a feather or two on Cadence’s shoulder.

“Good day, Evan.” Celestia spoke with a gentle and motherly tone. The incessant humm of M.O.C in his mind was more than enough to tell him she was anything but. “I hope you do not mind if I leave you to meet your guard, Specialist Silverite De Spell. She came to me personally yesterday night to ask for the position after I had reviewed every possible candidate, alone, and after a short discussion I couldn’t help but agree with her; she is the perfect candidate to pair with you.”

Something told Evan that Celestia was, in quite the not so indirect way, telling Evan that she picked this particular guard because he had ignored her offer to come voluntarily to oversee the process, so to speak. Sun Princess likely was right, and Cadence shivering a bit at her aunt’s approach only made it slightly more obvious.

She was quite pissed, and Evan wasn’t sure why.

“In the meantime.” Celestia turned her head to offer her niece a very pointed look. “I will take my niece away from you. We need to discuss future plans that pertain to your… situation.”  Yeah, of course she could make it more obvious, why do you ask? “You two can take all the time you need in the interim.”

“Uh… Sure…” Evan did his best not to appear nervous, or gulp down like he so wanted to do, as he looked Cadence in the eye. “See you soon?”

At the very least Cadence had the good manners, and practiced charm, to appear calm once her aunt’s eyes were fully on her. “Of course.” She offered the most genuine smile she could (meaning it didn’t shake, much) as she got up. “I’ll see you as soon as I am done. Take care in the meantime.”

“And watch your back.” That part Evan could swear was sent straight to his fucking brain. Then again, he was sweating a storm already as he knew his ‘bodyguard’ was boring her amber eyes on his back.

No fanfare, no words, no looks even. Celestia did as she would if Evan hadn’t been there right after Cadence turned to face her: She just turned around, trotted away, and expected her niece to follow her as diligently as expected of a fellow royal.

She did make a point of enveloping the room’s doors with her magic before forcing them to close with a resounding THUMP that made Evan think of many a horror movie. But it was probably his mind at work.

*ssssshhhnkk*

Or most likely not.

The mare behind Evan didn’t seem to mind one bit as she summoned dagger holster after dagger holster, not really giving a shit at Evan’s horrified expression. She wasn’t even paying attention to him, mostly bringing fort around a dozen daggers in silver colored scabbards, all of them made out of gold, or gold like material, and with what looked to be a heraldry of some kind with various magic bolts in the four sections of the shield with a unicorn horn engraved in silver on top.

After every single dagger was both summoned and inspected, thoroughly at that, the mare went to fastidiously place every single dagger on a particular slot on her armor that Evan had glossed over when he checked her out. It was indeed a lighter, but also more ornate armor, unlike those he had seen during the training exercise, and apparently a source of pride to the mare, if her sneer his way was anything to go by.

“I… suppose introductions are in order?” Evan hoped that a simple and gentle approach would earn him at least a modicum of goodwill.

“You aren’t too bright, are you?” The mare’s words quickly shattered that hope. “I know enough about you, you know my name. What else is there to share?”

Evan made a face at the mare’s rude approach. “Well, fine. Maybe you know whatever the princess told you about me, but…”

“I know more than that.” Silverite cut Evan off as she magicked a book from somewhere, opened it, and began to read aloud. “Incubus: Bipedal males of apparent null magic capabilities, in truth able to hoard incredible amounts of power. Its most important ability is that of charming their victims, similar in a sense to a sucupony’s allure, and manipulating them to do the incubus’ will.” She closed the book with a loud clap and threw it on the table, next to Evan. “That was written by Starswirl. He and the princess visited many different realms, and your people have visited more than one version of our world, if his words are to be believed.” The mare said icily, her eyes doing their best to murder Evan where he stood. “I knew I had seen pictures that looked like you in one of the many books of the library. Learning about one’s enemies is always handy.”

Gulping down, and grateful for being on his feet instead of sitting down, Evan glanced at the book for a second. “Enemies? Why am I an enemy?”

“Non magical creatures are every pony’s enemy.” Silverite spat. “Griffons, minotaurs and many other wretches that visit this castle as if they had never done anything to wrong us.” The mare tensed up as she got ready for something Evan was sure he wouldn't like one bit. “All species have tried to end ours at one point or another, even our own. The lesser tribes should know better, but I digress.” Whatever tirade she was going to lose herself to was derailed as Silverite focused on Evan again. “You and I are here for a simple purpose, and that is all.”

“And that purpose is…?” Evan was, ever so slightly, moving to the side. Slow and careful enough that the mare didn’t seem to notice, true, but he was more than aware of M.O.C yelling warnings at him to ready himself, just in case.

“To test how much of a danger you are, of course.”

As Evan sidestepped away from the dagger aimed to his neck, only barely dodging it, even getting a cut on his neck to boot, he had to admit something: When Celestia wanted someone dead, she did what all politicians did and got herself a nice hitman, or hitmare in this case.

Stupid as that thought was, Evan couldn’t help but marvel at his wound letting out a faint blue light and a bit of blood that, surprisingly enough, didn’t seem to be wholly red for some reason. This seemed to make Silverite smirk from ear to ear for some reason.

It wasn’t until a moment later that Evan was blinded by a flash. A second later and he was fine again, only the mare now held what looked like a polaroid of his little secret being aired in her magic grasp.

“And with that.” She purred, bringing three more daggers forth before recalling the one she had used, banishing the photo somewhere out of view as she did so. “I get to show the princess I was right while ridding her of a problem.” The sound of her voice was sultry, her eyes full of desire. Funny how Evan hoped to never see them again. “Do me a favor: Keep still. It will make this quicker for us both.”


***


Cadence’s mouth felt dry. Since yesterday she had far more pep, far more happiness, and a truckload of dirty thoughts going than she had in many years. It had been a rush that she wanted to keep going for as long as possible.

So that meant it was going to crash and burn faster than she could ever imagine.

“A-auntie… you can’t…”

“I can and I do mean it. Besides, it is done.” Celestia was idly perusing some book, back turned on her niece. “Admittedly I would have done differently, had he decided to come to me on his own. I was willing to show some understanding, to hear him out... but Silverite brought a good point, and an old book I had all but forgotten, to the conversation.” She turned ever so slightly to give her niece a cold look. “As much as I detest ponies like her, and despite how she is trying to use this to push her ideas forth, she did her duty as intended. Meanwhile somepony was… ‘busy’, with her charge.”

Cadence had the good grace to look down as Celestia went back to her books. This room was the solar diarch’s own private study, not the office most ponies could access. Here gold was aplenty, and the white of the room could blind anyone without the foreknowledge, and magic, to cast a specific spell on their own eyes. A simple, but rather effective, defense mechanism. Other than that and this room was largely simple; a couple of bookcases, a table, a small, simple ‘throne’ for a chair and that was it.

The importance of the room was that it was in a pocket dimension of this world’s realm of ‘light’. An elemental place, as far as magic was concerned anyway. Secure, yes, but not accessible. Celestia only brought ponies here to say things that no one else was meant to hear.

“I am deeply disappointed, Cadence.” Celestia finally picked a book from one of the shelves and began reading as she talked. “Then again, I didn’t know an Incubus would ever come to us. It was an interesting find by Starswirl, a rarity amongst worlds, but even rarities like them may pose a threat.” She let out a groan while rubbing a wing across her brow. “This has been giving me such a headache, and that you opted to stay with him, and even expose Shining Armor to him, makes my confidence in you falter so much…”

Cadence huffed and looked up at her aunt. “Maybe if I was allowed to do my job as I should…”

“You would do, what, exactly?” Celestia turned sharply, but she was still as calm and collected, albeit cold, as she had been the moment they were out of sight from the human. “Do the rounds? Have some fun while Shining is drilling the troops? Or maybe drag him into one of your ‘sessions’?”

Cadence knew her aunt wasn’t doing this out of malice, but sometimes Celestia could be entirely too cruel without meaning to. It wasn’t her fault, it was just the whole situation, one that had been the cause for nearly everypony’s need for ponies like Cadence in the first place.

“I would help ponies the way they need.” Cadence spoke confidently and with an expression far more serious than Celestia had seen in a long time. “Maybe Evan is a danger. No, let me rephrase that: He IS a danger, I know it.”

Celestia arched an eyebrow ever so slightly. “Yet you neglected coming to me, instead having fun with him?”

“Fun?” Cadence asked, a smidge of her mind going back to their little session before she shook her head. “Yes, I had fun, and I had questions. I KNEW that he had played with my mind, auntie.”

“So he did, didn’t he?” Celestia brought the book in her magic grasp to bear, searching for a particular page. “Anything else? Maybe magic usage?”

The pink princess grumbled. “Auntie, Evan cannot use magic. At least not like us at any rate.”

“But he can use magic.” Celestia pointed out.

Cadence let out the most unladylike groan she could before she fixed her aunt with a hard glare. “Look, auntie, I am not going to tell you anything more right now.”

“Oh?” Celestia let her hooves rest under her chin, her gaze cold and calculating as she eyed her niece. Cadence had seen her like this a few times, very few, and usually it meant something… unpleasant. “Any… specific reason behind that?”

Sucking air through pursed lips, Cadence hoped what came next would be enough. “Because if I did you’d likely either imprison him or, you know, get rid of him?”

Celestia’s hooves made a little ‘clop’ as she closed them in front of her muzzle. Her eyes were cold, apathetic, and looking critically at her niece.

“Given what I know of his kind, what he has apparently done and your reaction to it all? That is the idea.”


***


“See? I knew you had far more hidden than you let on.”

Evan had maybe dodged a throw or two, and any wound had been little more than a scratch or a small cut like those you’d get in the kitchen when you weren’t all that attentive. Really, if he wasn’t being hunted by a tiny, colorful pony, this would be funny.

Funny doesn’t make you erect a magic shield when the bitch in question throws every single dagger at you with pinpoint accuracy.

“Please! Can we just-ack!”

Trying to talk hasn't worked. In fact, it had made it worse, and the mare had laughed many a time. Evan had learned that she seemed to find it most funny when he was pushed against a corner, much like she was doing now.

“We cannot talk, idiot.” Silverite sneered as she recalled her daggers with a single flash of her horn. “You either submit, or I keep testing just how far you can go. There is nothing for scum like you to say, at least not unless it is begging.”

‘This is fucking madness!’ Evan thought as he flashed his shield again. At some point he was going to thread the needle far to close and fuck up. ‘Why is she doing this? Why is Celestia doing this!?’

-Conjecture: The mare [SILVERITE] speaks the truth; previous human attempts in other versions of this world have been detected. Hostility within [LOW] parameters. Expected reaction in most worlds: Sudden termination.-

Evan turned 90º to let a single dagger wiff past his face as the barrage Silverite had forced upon him shattered his shield. The thing was leveling up nice, but that wasn’t exactly a thing Evan had wanted. He had only taken it out of a stupid fear induced idea!

‘Congratulations for not blaring alarms on my ears anymore, M.O.C. Now… What the fuck do I do!?’ Evan screamed within his mind.

Another dagger cut through his hair, almost taking Evan’s ear out.

‘For fuck’s sake! This was supposed to be a porn ‘game’!’ Evan cried out, pain flaring for a second where the dagger’s edge had nipped him. ‘I don’t know what to do here!’

-Assessment: Your body is not primed for combat. Reproduction was the primary capability desired out of you.- M.O.C dronned as Evan raised another shield. While it was not specially useful, or durable, at least his POWER didn’t give afuck when it came to how draining it was. -Task: Survive. Incapacitate guard mare [SILVERITE] by any means necessary.- The voice stopped for a second as Evan ducked out of the way, squeaking as he did so. The manliest of actions indeed. At least M.O.C didn’t seem to care. -Assessment: Use your skills in any way you wish to. Defeat, submission, or death, are all discouraged outcomes.-

‘No fucking shit, Sherlock!’ Evan dodged again. If Silverite wasn’t finding this to be a game more than anything he’d been dead by now. ‘But I don’t want to…’

Time seemed to freeze as Evan heard M.O.C’s voice once more. This time it was clear, it had feeling, and something else he couldn’t place a finger on. Either way, it scared the crap out of him.

-Fears, morality and conscience are of no worth now.- The not so robotic voice intoned as Evan saw three daggers flying excruciatingly slowly towards him. -Either adapt, or fail. No more aid will be forthcoming.-

The spell, or whatever it was, ended. M.O.C’s voice faded and, as Evan dodged the three daggers once more, he felt that this was it.

There were no mistakes, no fears or ‘what ifs’. Right now it was plenty clear that he was neck deep in shit and he either took the bulls by the horns, or he was going to end up like a meat skewer. But he wanted to try. He didn’t want to just break someone, even in this situation.

Then a dagger hit his shield hand.

“FUUUU-!” And it was only because he doubled over, otherwise the next one would’ve hit square on the neck. “Fucking stop!”

Silverite nickered as she approached the kneeling human with a smirk and all her daggers in place. Evan’s hand was bleeding blue, something that both intrigued and disgusted the young man as he thought what he could do to get out of this without doing something he would later regret.

The mare didn’t exactly care for that.

“A little toy like you, ordering your betters to stop.” She sneered. Silverite was willing to play with her daggers as if nothing special was going on, even cleaning the one that had pierced Evan’s body with disgust on her face. “You make me use my tools instead of submitting. Why would I ever hear you out? You dodge, you cower, you protect yourself, but you don’t even make a push.” With a snort Silverite brought her weapons to bear. “I  just hope you leave a physical remains to show the princess.”

Gritting his teeth, Evan disappeared. The surprise was enough for Silverite to throw her daggers to his last position, only to meet with dead air. The young man was gone.

“Now you hide like a coward! Come out and fight like a stallion!”

Silverite all but shouted as she manipulated her daggers to cut right and left. For as many faults that she had, only one rang true, and with only a ‘short’ encounter Evan already knew what it was: Pride. What better to hurt this kind of pony’s pride? Simple enough; you just needed to make a fool of the mare.

Said mare almost made shishkebab of Evan though. He had barely dodged the daggers when she got pissed off, and now Evan was doing his best to get out of the way of the whirlwind that was Silverite’s angry flailing. She had lost her cool, true, but she was still trained enough to at least show a modicum of skill, almost like a shield made of blades. Anger is a cruel mistress however, and not a good teacher, at least when it comes to patience, so the mare became frantic, with greater swipes replacing her controlled ‘search’ for Evan the more the young man waited.

“You cannot escape.” Silverite said with venom as she stopped stabbing and, much to Evan’s chagrin, allowed her weapons to wander around her while spinning rapidly. “I don’t know how you hid yourself, but you cannot get out of here. So I will be merciful.” The mare stood still, her eyes betraying little, but her ears, those were more telling. They were moving around, as if they were little furry radars, trying to get a bead on him. It made Evan stand still, even holding his breath in. “I will allow you to surrender and, instead of carving you up, I will hoof you to Celestia. I will offer only here and now. Don’t make me wait.”

Tempting, as in it tempted Evan to just flat out knock the bitch out. It was a very dark thought, but he knew that Silverite didn’t expect him to give up. In fact both of them knew what was going to happen the moment she knew where he was, and the little smirk on the mare’s muzzle was far more telling than Evan ever wanted it to be.

Evan, however, was willing to do one simple test. It happened when he almost broke his own dome, so at least his moment of shame would not be in vain. He just needed to make a shield AWAY from him, not on his body, which in turn made a strange, hissing noise. It was remarkably similar to the doors in the freaking Death Star for some reason, also very loud. There was no way Silverite was going to miss it.

So the idea formed, and the brain out of air, Evan pointed at the opposite side of the room and exerted his will.

*Ssshhhk… Thinkthinkthink!*

Of course she didn’t even allow more than a mote of light, and the beginning of the shield, to form. Three shots, all pinpoint accuracy as Silverite’s smirk turned manic, only to fall as she saw the result of her action.

“You…!”

The mare’s rage died in her throat as she felt a hand grabbing at her horn, hard. Little more than a squeak echoed in her throat as her daggers fell to the ground and her rear legs quivered.

“‘I’, what?” Evan felt… disappointed? Maybe. But he wondered if it was disappointment in himself or the mare. “You just needed to stay put and notice it wasn’t me. Maybe we could have talked it out…”

“Again with that?” Silverite, despite bristling with anger, and likely both surprise and fear, managed to stay perfectly still. “There is nothing to talk about. You are a danger to our world first, our freedom second, and a ticket to the Princess’ ear after all these years.” As soon as Evan saw one of her eyes focusing on  him, he knew that she was going to do something. “Pro tip, monster: Talk less. Do more.”

Evan was pretty sure what happened next was all handled by M.O.C, because he sure as hell would’ve ended in a bad way otherwise.

First, and faster than he could ever react on his own, Silverite lifted a plated hoof and struck backwards. Evan wasn’t sure of a unicorn’s strength, at least if it wasn’t Shining trying to impale ‘himself’ on Evan’s dick, but he sure as fuck was glad when his body moved and the kick missed.

Next came the daggers once more. This time Evan saw some of them, and the shield he willed into existence was quick enough to deflect them. What he didn’t see, but still moved his newly made shield to block, was the other half of the daggers trying to impale his back.

Not that he would’ve been able to see, or even care, when Silverite reared up, like a mad horse, and tried to slam her front hooves on him. For a unicorn in full plate (minus helmet), she was damn fast. Not fast enough, and not armored enough, to sustain Evan’s full blown kick to the underbelly that slammed her backwards and into the wall hard enough to make a crack.

As soon as the frantic, and frankly, almost lethal, action was done, Evan could only blink. M.O.C didn’t say anything, and he wasn’t sure how this all came to be… But he was sure about one thing once the confusion went away.

“You don’t want to talk? Fine.” Evan grumbled, anger boiling within as the mare laid sprawled on the ground, trying to regain her bearings. “Then I think I’ll make you… nicer.”


***


Celestia was ignoring the many attempts Cadence offered to get her to reconsider. Instead she looked at a small gem that she had laid at the side of her book, a far more interesting, and important, source of information right now. It wasn’t until the gem, once green, turned of a purple hue that Celestia tsked.

“Seems Evan decided to not give up.” Celestia closed the book and took the gem as the purple hue wavered between tonalities. “And he is indeed trying to do something to Silverite’s mind.”

“Oh, no, you think?!” Cadence spat, though Celestia barely ever spared a glance. “What would you do if the only option was death, mmhmm?”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “I am offering a chance to go home and a safe location for him.” She got up, stretching her wings as if there was no rush. “Or yes, death. I will not act like a little filly and beat around the bush. I have a nation to protect, and a borderline monster like an incubus is by no means innocent.”

Cadence took in a deep breath to calm her thoughts. Sadly for her, it didn’t work. In fact she opened her mouth before she got to think things through. “And what if doing so means you won’t get your sister back?”

The princess of love regretted her wods quickly, in fact she began sweating bullets, almost literally, as the temperature in the room began to rise unnaturally.

“Excuse me, my dear niece.” The princess of the sun turned. Celestia’s candid image was now glowering hot, and her whole form was slowly, very slowly, changing. “What do you mean by that?”

This time Cadence thought fast. She was going on a limb here, partly. She had to hope ALL that Evan had told her was true.

“Evan is not from this world, and he did come here with purpose, but not of his own volition.” Which was largely true. Of course that didn’t do anything for Celestia’s mood. “He knows who the Elements are, he told me yesterday.”

Celestia’s slowly burning mane and eyes calmed down, but her expression was still far from pleased. Still, she motioned her niece to go on. In any other situation this would’ve been good, even made Cadence smile when he got her aunt’s attention.

Not right now, though. Because when everything else you have to tell a demigod (in a sense at any rate) is largely a fucking lie, or a twisted truth, you know you are close to getting burned to ash.

“I can’t tell you everything…”

“Why not?” Celestia let two small and short lived fireballs from her nostrils.

“Would you have trusted in him if he told you?” Cadence asked in a barbed and angry tone. “Or me if I tell you NOW?” She then snorted and eyed the gem. “You even put a spell on Silverite, one I bet she doesn’t know about. I know you are curious, but eager to pick apart anything I tell you, no matter how positive. In fact, if it is positive in any way, I know you will try to obliterate it.”

At least Celestia had the good manners to look away for half a second. If nothing else she seemed slightly calmer then. “I do what…”

“‘Needs to be done.’ I know.” Cadence did her best to regain some of her usual calm and friendly demeanor. “Look, auntie. Evan is in a bad position right now. If he goes back, he dies. If he is imprisoned, he dies. If he fails to help us all, he likely dies as soon as your sister returns, or worse, if she lets him live.” At least that one bit made Celestia shudder, so not everything was lost. “He has the chance to try and be a dictator, but from what I gleaned when I checked him? He would prefer not to… unless you force him to bend someone’s will to survive, unless he finds no other way. Would you do any different when pushed against a wall?”

Celestia looked at the, by now, pinkish gem with a grimace. As for the question? She didn’t answer. “And how do I know I can trust him? How do I know you, and him, are telling me the truth and not an excuse so he can establish a hoofhold? What if he does? What if he warps others, or himself, to the point of going against every single thing we believe in, yet we are too late to stop him?”

“I…” Cadence deflated as she found no real way to convince her aunt. Maybe at any other time she would’ve had a chance, or an excuse. But with how close to the dreaded date they were… “I don’t know, auntie. I cannot make promises here.”

Celestia stood still for a second, then turned to her books. Her magic quickly went from one, then another. Dozens of books displayed, opened, and re-read in the span of seconds. This was something that the princesses had kept a secret from a certain purple unicorn for a very good reason.

“Here.” Cadence didn’t have time to chuckle at the stupid and out of place thought before Celestia picked a particular book. “You say he knows something I do not, right?”

Cadence nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Though… It is very much similar to Starswirl’s exploits, so I can’t assure he is a hundred percent right.” At least that much would be a hint big enough for Celestia to relent a bit, or so Cadence hoped.

“Mmhmmm…” The white alicorn took a second to ruminate her thoughts. “Still worth a shot, I suppose. A very risky one.”

She closed the book and ignited her horn. Cadence had no time to blink before they were in front of the dining hall once more. Celestia wasted no time allowing her perception to readjust. 

“I will prepare a ritual for tomorrow. It will show if Evan is linked to any of the Elements. It is, in a sense, a precursor to you, much like groups of magic users once controlled our moon and sun were a precursor to me and my sister. In the same way those magic spells are now forgotten to the common creature, such a ritual to find ‘connections’ is mostly relegated to artifacts or, in this case, rituals recorded in rare tomes of magic.” 

She waved the book in front of Cadence for emphasis. As she did so however, both Celestia and Cadence felt… something, something… strange. It was coming from the dining hall, and Cadence, having felt Evan’s ‘magic’ herself, knew that, if nothing else, it had to do with him.

Celestia, of course, wasn’t happy. With a harsh glare directed at Cadence, and no gentleness left in her expression, she continued her tirade.

“If he says the truth, at least one link with this… strange feeling I got when you were touched by his magic, will appear. If he lies, then you have allowed yourself to be manipulated, and likely aided him in breaking one of my subjects.” At this point Celestia’s voice sounded almost hollow, something Cadence found scarier than anything else. “Depending on the outcome we’ll have a little… chat, or more dire consequences will follow. I recommend you tell him this, then get to your duties and avoid ALL contact with him. He is on his own until I get to him, and if I detect him messing around with somepony’s head again without us clearing this up…” Cadence could swear her aunt’s eyes turned into embers for a second. “I’ll forego THIS last chance and end things on my terms, as I should have. Sadly for you, that will also come with a cost that I hope you don’t have to pay. Is that clear?”

Cadence gulped, but nodded, hopeful. “So… if he said the truth, will you allow him a chance? Would you let him continue his… uh… work? And me too?”

“If he told YOU the truth, then I will keep an eye on him. Don’t think I will just ignore a lifetime of struggle and fighting to keep everypony going just to bow down to a potential monster.” Celestia snorted and turned away from her niece. It was as good as this was going to get. “So you better make sure Silverite is recoverable. Being sincere will only grant him so much leeway, and I will accept no damage being dealt to my little ponies, be it physical or otherwise.” And, before she left, Celestia spoke one last time. “As for you doing your ‘duty’? We’ll talk.”

Cadence let out the breath she had been holding as soon as her aunt had disappeared from view. 

That could have gone WAY worse, but also much better.

Anyway, Evan came first. At least the guards had been dismissed, but the room had been encased in a silence spell. No one was going to get close to the dining hall, one oh so silent and apparently due for a cleaning, as that was the only time the guards assigned left their post to patrol other areas.

The pink princess knew that the hall needed cleaning, and repair, now, and she dreaded what awaited inside. Would Evan be mid fuck with a broken Silverite? Was Cadence going to find him half scarred, covered in blood, and with a zombie like mare at his side… or would something else happen? Because, seriously, she was dreading the simple act of opening the doors.

When she opened the door she found the room… largely okay. With a few holes here and there, but okay.

Also, Evan and Silverite looked completely fine, with Evan even sitting somewhat calmly on one of the chairs. One of the walls wasn’t, and Cadence noticed it as the biggest show of the scuffle, but she didn’t care.

“How…?”

Evan coughed on his fist, cutting her off. “So… how fucked am I?”





So yeah. Some end chapter notes.

First: I don’t know how to express how sorry I am. Originally the delay was due to an injury (Glass bottle broke in my hands, could've lost a few fingers. Nothing serious but it hurt like a bitch for a while), then… Real Life happened and I just didn’t have the time to finish the touches here, or log in for that matter. So yeah, sorry to all of you.

Anyway, moving on.

When I make an OC I like to leave a few things to chance, a few (literal) throws of the dice, as mentioned above. I expected the usual I get: A broad spectrum, but with one side dominant (‘nice’ or ‘naughty’, if we opt for a very simple explanation). Instead I rolled someone that went from nearly 60 (so, 10 points past the ‘neutral’ or ‘normal’) to 98 (or borderline axe crazy psycho). I dislike going back on my word, so I rolled with it. Sadly, that meant the many paths I had already pre planned… went to fucking shit, pardon my french here. 

Anyway, as said; I rolled with it. I made Silverite’s family a load of cunts, largely the fringe nobles that you’d find in our times (Filthy commoners, our blood is pure, blah, blah, blah) and prepared to follow the story in a way that could fit. That meant dumping Celestia’s trust and bending Evan a bit more than I had wanted this fast.

Let’s just say that it didn’t exactly go down badly when I looked at many other things I had planned, but it didn’t fit either. I really had wanted to do a few things before jumping the story forward a bit. The result also meant not allowing you guys any leeway for a bit (As in this chapter and the next). I am sorry to say that this means a few other things I wanted to do will have to be shelved for later (if at all), but on the other hand we are going to get into degenerate pron territory fast and furious like in chapter six.

Take the good with the bad, eh?