Shocking, I Know
Bolt Chatter watched the sparks fly off the blade as the Storm Beast put his halberd to the grinding station. If it were up to him, Bolt would have sharpened the weapon himself, as he was quite attached to the spear. But he sometimes had jittery hands as a result of being constantly charged with lightning, and with his powers, all it would take would be a bad sneeze and he could fry all of their metal working equipment. So he settled for supervising the care instead of doing it himself.
“Here you go, boss,” the troop said, offering his new employer his weapon.
“Thank you.” Bolt Chatter took the weapon gracefully from the Storm Beast’s hands.
Bolt gave the weapon a few cursory exercises – a few thrusts, a few parries, and found it to his satisfaction.
“Very good, soldier. Excellent work,” Bolt said, tapping his claw to the blade and enjoying the little tink-tink noise it made. The sign of a good quality weapon.
Bolt paused, raising an eyebrow at the Storm Beast.
“You’re dismissed, soldier.”
“Thank you, sir,” the runt said, giving a bow and quietly making an exit.
“Good, good,” Bolt muttered to himself. He gripped the staff of his halberd and charged it with electricity, watching sparks crackle along its length. The light from it threw an impressive shadow across the room.
“Tempest Shadow, you are going to be mine.”
Elsewhere, far, far away, completely unaware there was anybody out there in the Storm King’s army who still had any reason to hold a grudge against her, Tempest Shadow was enjoying a pleasant day near the base of the Canterlot Mountain, picking rare flowers with her new friend Fluttershy for … some reason.
“Fluttershy, remind me what these are for again?” Tempest Shadow asked as she bent down to pick up a blue lily flower, giving it a sniff before digging her hand into the ground and digging it up, root and all.
“We need these Appalachian snow flowers for a remedy of Zecora’s,” Fluttershy said.
“And we can’t get them in Ponyville or the Canterlot market because …?”
“These snow flowers only grow in mountain climates,” Fluttershy said. “We’re lucky Canterlot’s mountain even grows this many of them.”
“And Zecora is ...”
“A zebra who lives in the Everfree Forest and who happens to be one of mine and Twilight’s best friends,” Fluttershy said. She glared at Tempest. “So I would appreciate if you would make more of an effort to remember her. You did meet her, remember?”
“Did I? Honestly, there’s so many different ponies around Canterlot, Ponyville, and the Empire that it’s hard to keep track.”
Fluttershy’s glaring continued. Tempest was right in that they were hundreds of people to know and names to remember in all of those places, but those were all ponies, and among them, one zebra, one single zebra didn’t stand out at all?
“Yes, I suppose that’s true, Equestria is … densely populated,” Fluttershy muttered.
Tempest looked at Fluttershy, pursing her lips. “I sense there’s something you’re not telling me.”
“Oh?” Fluttershy asked, trying to put on a smile. “And what would that be?”
“You don’t trust me, do you?” Tempest said. She looked at the floor. “Even after I turned on the Storm King, you still don’t want me around.”
“It’s not that, it’s just … sometimes, it feels like you’re not trying hard enough to, you know, make friends. Friendship is magic.”
“So I’ve heard,” Tempest said.
Fluttershy sighed. “I’m going to fly up and go on ahead. I’ll meet you a little down the way, okay?” She spread her wings and flew over Tempest, leaving Tempest alone to stew on the conversation.
“Not trying hard enough, ha!” Tempest bent down and picked up another flower. She wasn’t even sure if it was the right one, but the act of destruction in ripping the flower from its rocky bed helped alleviate her frustration. “As if I could be trying harder! How does one try harder to make friends? It’s not like I can just sign onto a New Friend of the Month club and meet a new person every month.”
Tempest paused. If there ever a place anywhere in the world that would have something exactly like a New Friend of the Month Club, it would be Equestria. She would have to ask Twilight about it sometime.
She plucked another flower when a shadow fell over her.
“That’s strange,” Tempest said. “I thought the weather was on a strict schedule in Equestria? There wasn’t rain scheduled for this area today, was there?”
She raised her head up and found no, no there was not.
What there was instead was a huge airship, and worse than that, one she recognized – one from the Storm King’s fleet. She thought all his forces were scattered and leaderless after he was turned to stone. None of them, aside from Tempest herself, struck her as having the brains to present an organized threat. A few roaming, roving gangs of thugs, but certainly not the kind of tight management needed to keep an airship aloft.
A figure, a Diamond Dog of some kind, appeared on the air ship’s port side. He stood out for a blue and yellow coloration and stegosaurus-like spines along his back and tail, like a Diamond Dog and a dinosaur had a baby together.
“Tempest Shadow!” he called out. “I’m here to challenge you to a duel!”
“A duel?”
“Yes! You didn’t really think that just because the Storm King got petrified meant we were done with you, did you?”
“I kinda did,” Tempest said. “You know, seeing as how he was sort of my mentor for so many years and all.”
The Diamond Dog rolled his eyes. “Just meet me at the base of the mountain by sundown.”
Tempest Shadow looked to the distance. Fluttershy had left her alone. And according to her, some didn’t believe Tempest Shadow was putting in the work to show she had reformed. This was the perfect opportunity to prove them wrong – to prove she was committed to Equestria, to her new friends. Even if there was a part of her that knew engaging in a one-on-one combat without backup was a bad idea, but the guilt was gnawing at her in the back of her mind, and she had a keen strategic mind when it came to combat, one formed and sculpted by the Storm King himself. How much of a threat could one of his lackeys be to her, really?
“You’re on,” Tempest Shadow. “Sundown.”
“Excellent. I’ll be waiting.” The Diamond Dog licked his lips, then got off the edge of the ship and the ship hauled off, going just fast enough for Fluttershy to miss it when she returned.
“Tempest, what’s going on?” Fluttershy asked. “I thought I heard something like rotors?”
“Don’t you worry about it, Fluttershy,” Tempest assured her, patting Fluttershy on the shoulder. “Something’s come up, but I’ll take care of it. You can tell Twilight Tempest is on the case!”
With that, she made her exit, running down the trail of the mountain and dropping her flower basket behind her.
Fluttershy scratched her head in confusion. “Wait, what case?” She tried to call after at Tempest but Tempest was long gone.
A few hours later, Bolt Chatter and his cronies were all set up at the base of the mountain. Bolt himself sat down on a rock, running his fingers over the edge of his pole arm over and over again, thinking about how good it might feel to drive it in straight through Tempest Shadow’s armor.
Then he’d be an undisputed champion. The rest of the Storm King’s forces would surely unite under him after that. They all knew how powerful Tempest was, how was she the Storm King’s chief enforcer, how he trusted her with almost all of his important tasks. And if he could beat her, then what would that say about him?
Bolt Chatter looked up. The sun was beginning to set in the sky. His rival should be here soon.
“Shouldn’t she be here by now?” a Storm Beast said.
“I don’t think she’s going to show.”
“Nah. Probably running to Celestia and Luna as we speak.”
“Oh, man! You think so? We need to get out of here!”
“No one is going anywhere!” Bolt roared, his body surging with electric power. He fired a lightning strike from his staff and it struck a nearby boulder, splitting it neatly in two.
“We are going to stay here, and we are going to wait, until Tempest Shadow shows her face,” Bolt said.
“Yeah, but what if – what if she shows up, and she has a bunch of the Royal Guard with her?”
“Yeah, yeah! Or what if instead of the Royal Guard, she brings the Princesses? All four of them!?”
“What about that spirit of chaos guy? There’s no way we can take -”
“Quiet!”
The soldiers fell silent at Bolt Chatter’s shout, and they looked at him with fear and awe. Bolt Chatter gave a pleased smile, happy that they had at least learned to listen to him when he gave them orders. Now only if they weren’t a bunch of scaredy-cats, he’d be all set.
“When Tempest Shadow shows up, if she brings backup with her, you are going to deal with it, so that Tempest and I can have our one-on-one.” Bolt pointed his pole arm at one of the guards. “Leave Discord to me, if she does go so far as to bring him. Anything else, the lot of you should be able to deal with – yes, even the Princesses. The Royal Guard, Captain Shining Armor, Princess Cadence. All of them. You can handle it. Because I believe in you.”
The Storm Beasts all blushed and muttered, mumbling with their courage renewed by their leader’s kind words. Of course, Bolt Chatter was quite sure the Princesses would wreck their faces in, but being a good leader meant using kind and encouraging words even if one didn’t believe in what they were saying.
“Sir, yes, sir!” they chorused.
“That’s better,” Bolt Chatter said. “Now, does anybody else have any other questions?”
A lone soldier raised his hand.
“What?” Bolt asked, wondering what else could possibly need clarification at this point.
“What if Tempest Shadow doesn’t show up?”
“Cute, but I have a better question,” a voice said.
Bolt Chatter and the soldiers looked around.
The soldier who raised his hand suddenly found himself lifted up into the air and flipped over, pounded into the ground and getting a face full of dirt. Tempest Shadow stood behind him, triumphant in her victory, holding up her dagger.
“Can we get this over with?” Tempest asked, twirling her weapon around before pointing it at Bolt Chatter to show she meant business.
“By all means,” Bolt said.
“Clear the area!” a soldier shouted. “Boss’s orders are clear – no one is to get between him or Tempest during the match.”
The Storm Beasts began planting their shields into the ground, constructing a makeshift arena for Tempest and Bolt Chatter’s use. These would be the grounds they fought in.
“I must say, I’m surprised at you,” Tempest said, as she and Bolt Chatter began circling the arena, sizing the other up. “The Storm King couldn’t beat Celestia and Twilight. Not permanently. And he had me at his side. What makes you think you could do better?”
“Simple,” Bolt Chatter said. “I’m not a moron like him.”
Tempest scoffed.
“I’ll learn from his mistakes,” Bolt said. “And I’ll be honest and faithful to my troops. Unlike some people I could name.”
“I was faithful,” Tempest Shadow said. “Right up until I learned he didn’t have any faith for me. So here’s my question; does your army have any faith in you? Why should they?”
“Because I’ve been honest. I’ve given them purpose. A cause. A leader to believe in.”
“Have you? Or do they just follow you because they don’t have anything better to do”
“Oh, the second one,” a Storm Beast said. “It’s definitely because we don’t have anything better to do.”
“Don’t tell her that!” Bolt Chatter complained. He sighed and shook his head, regaining his composure.
“Enough talk,” Bolt said. “Have at you!”
Tempest charged forward, moving so fast her feet barely touched the ground between steps. Bolt was surprised at first to see how fast Tempest could move when she put her mind to it.
Tempest raised her dagger overhead. She was going to try and feint him by pretending to go straight for his head, then switch to get the halberd out of his arms. She wasn’t too familiar with Bolt’s abilities, but she had enough combat experience to know that a weapon with a long reach against her tiny dagger was not a good match-up.
She went in for the swing, but Bolt Chatter ducked and twirled the staff around, catching her arm on the bottom of the haft.
Bolt lifted the halberd up, throwing Tempest off and onto the ground. Before Tempest could get off the ground, Bolt slammed the base of the staff down on her stomach. She didn’t quite have the wind knocked out of her, but it was a similar feeling.
Bolt lifted the weapon and spun it so that the bladed end was pointing towards Tempest. He brought it down, but Tempest rolled out of the way and got back to her feet.
“Why won’t you just stay down?” Bolt Chatter hissed, swiping his blade at her, and she moved out of the way with ease.
“You want to be leader of the army?” Tempest asked. “You’ll have to learn some patience. And when to recognize you’re out of your league!” She jumped up and struck him with a kick to the head, making him stagger.
She landed and sprinted towards him, her weapon poised for a kill to the chest, but he recovered and deflected, swinging his blade into hers and making her spin away from him.
Tempest stumbled around, the world spinning in her vision. It took her a minute to get her bearings back, and she did so just in time, seeing Bolt Chatter swing his weapon at one part of her chest and his tail at the other.
She couldn’t move out of the way fast enough, but thankfully Bolt’s weapon and tail only smashed into her breastplate and made her stagger. Bolt Chatter growled, infuriated – that wasn’t good enough.
Bolt charged up his weapon, electricity sparking off his body and making his spear hum with power. He brought it down, aiming for Tempest’s head, but Tempest nimbly ducked and jumped on top of one of the shields that made up the wall.
Bolt Chatter roared and charged straight at her. Tempest brought her shield up in response. Bolt responded to her response by jamming the spear straight into the shield and pumping electricity into the spear’s tip. The shield began to smoke, and Tempest jerked to try and get away before the thing blew up.
Bolt was prepared for this and jerked his halberd, swinging it around and sweeping her legs with it, knocking her onto her back. She rolled out of the way as he swung the blade towards her head, then he brought his tail and smacked her in the back, disorienting her long enough that he could turn around and tackle her, shocking her with the stegosaur-like plates on his back on several parts of her body.
Tempest’s teeth chattered, but she was able to focus and through her sheer will, break through the electric shock to stab Bolt in the shoulder, where a gap existed in his armor. Bolt shouted as the blade drew blood and kicked Tempest away, making her drop the shield.
Bolt Chatter grit his teeth and grabbed the shield itself, lifting it up off the ground and hurling it away. It landed and skipped across the snowy plains, taking Tempest Shadow with it, her grunts filling the air as the shield bounced and bumped underneath like a poorly made sled.
“Uh, the Storm King’s Rules of Single Combat clearly state that if one of the contestants is forced out of the arena, the match is null and void,” one of the Storm Beasts nervously read out from a manual.
“The Storm King’s gone!” Bolt Chatter shouted. “His rules no longer apply!”
“But the manual says …”
“Forget the manual! This is real life!”
“It’s fine,” Tempest Shadow, getting to her feet. “If the big dog still wants to play, I’ll play!”
Tempest ran and jumped into, aiming another kick straight for Bolt Chatter’s head.
Bolt Chatter grabbed her by the ankle and swung her around, hurling her outside of the arena again. She skidded around inside the snow, plowing a trail through her.
Bolt Chatter climbed on top of another one of the shields, using it as a launch pad to jump straight into the sky. The sun shone heavily and blotted him out, making him appear as nothing more than a shadow in the air.
Tempest squinted her eyes, trying to keep track of where her opponent was while she was blinded by the glare of the sun. Her eyes widened when she realized he was aiming to land straight on top of her, with his spear poised for a kill.
She rolled nimbly out of the way, and Bolt Chatter’s spear plunged through the snow instead of its intended target of Tempest Shadow’s chest.
Bolt Chatter threw a threatening glare her way, then rose his spear up and twirled it around as it sparked with electricity.
Tempest wondered why he was going straight for an attack. None of his moves had any subtlety to them up till now. It was always attack, attack, attack again with him. So what trick did he have up his sleeve to make him suddenly hold off?
Lightning crackled around the spear, and Tempest got an idea.
Bolt Chatter smirked. He could see in her eyes that she realized just how doomed she was if she didn’t do something.
They were outside of the arena, on the edge of the camp, with nothing but snow for miles. There was no good place for Tempest to take cover.
Except, Tempest realized, the shield that Bolt Chatter had already thrown out of the ring.
She jumped and got on top of the shield, seconds away from when Bolt launched his deadly attack, sticking his spear into the ground and sending out a wave of electricity out from around him.
The Storm Beasts took cover, afraid of being collateral damage to the attack.
Tempest clutched to the shield, hoping its wooden body would provide enough protection. As luck would have it, it did, as the wave of lightning Bolt sent out fizzled out around Tempest when it touched the wood, though the shield did turn hot under her hands.
Bolt Chatter growled and slammed the shield into the snow. “That – that should have taken care of you! That always works! How are you not down already?”
“If you really want to be a leader, Bolt Chatter, you’re going to have to learn a few things – like how to adapt and come up with new tactics when your old ones don’t work, and … how to deal with setbacks, and most of all, disappointment.”
Bolt Chatter gnashed his teeth.
Tempest jumped off the shield, landing gracefully on her feet and twirling her staff around, emphasizing how much of a bad idea it really was to try and take her on in a fight.
The Storm Beasts looked back to Bolt Chatter, who twitched his fingers as lightning arced and hissed across his body.
The Storm Beasts, seeing their boss so distressed, and having already established the Storm King’s Rules of Single Combat were irrelevant, began charging into the fray, bearing down on Tempest Shadow.
“What are you doing?” Bolt Chatter shouted. “Stop! Stop! This is between me and Tempest Shadow!”
They raised up their weapons and charged, screaming and hollering all the way as they closed the distance between Tempest and them. Though whether it was a war cry or a thinly-veiled plead for Tempest to have mercy was anybody’s guess.
Tempest glared at Bolt Chatter. “Really, Bolt? I thought this was supposed to be a one-on-one duel.”
“It was!” Bolt Chatter slammed the haft of his spear into the ground. A thunderbolt came hurtling down from the sky, striking the tip and making a noise like a drum.
Tempest rolled her eyes. She sized up the army of Storm Beasts advancing towards her.
She stepped on the shield and flipped up into the air, catching it and swinging it around in front of her as the first wave of Storm Beasts arrived and charged at her. They smashed straight into the shield, piling up like cars smashing into each other on a freeway.
Tempest heaved and shoved them back, pushing on the shield, sending them tumbling around on the snow like bowling pins she’d knocked over.
The second wave of Beasts arrived, ignoring Bolt Chatter’s calls for them to halt their advance. They paused to take in the sight of their fallen comrades, scattered along the snow, groaning and grunting as they tried to get back up and back into the fray.
“Enough!” Bolt Chatter shouted. “Listen to me, darn it! I have to be the one to beat her! Not the rest of you, me! One on one! Mano en mano!”
Still shouting wildly and ignoring Bolt Chatter’s commands, a few of them brought up maces as they advanced on Tempest. They swung, but Tempest not only caught their blows with her dagger, she was able to force them back and disarm them, followed up by threatening gestures at their chests.
They got down on all fours. They walked around Tempest in circles, like lions or sharks surrounding their prey, cutting off their means of escape.
Tempest chuckled and held her shield aloft. “If you want to intimidate me, boys, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
The Beasts roared and charged at her. Tempest jumped, launching herself into the air and causing the Beasts to smash their heads into each other. They dropped onto their knees, hearing chirping birds and seeing stars.
Bolt Chatter pulled at his eyes and groaned. Why wouldn’t they listen?
Another Storm Beast tried to take Tempest with a head-on charge, only for the haft of Bolt Chatter’s polearm to slam into his chin and knock him away.
“What?” Tempest asked.
“Fall back!” Bolt Chatter ordered, waving his spear like a flag of surrender. “Fall back!”
The Storm Beasts finally did as he commanded, turning and running back into the camp.
“I must say, I’m surprised at you, Bolt Chatter,” Tempest said. “I would have thought you’d have loved to just let your minions do all the hard work for you.”
“I enjoy being lazy as much as the next person,” Bolt Chatter said, “but it’s not going to count unless I beat you myself. Now get back in that ring so we can finish this.”
“Gee, are you sure you don’t want to just throw all your minions at me?” Tempest asked, goading him. She liked the idea, the romantic idea of being the lone hero, surviving against an onslaught by the villainous army. Taking them all on by herself, and fighting her through up to the big boss at the end.
“Yes, I”m sure,” Bolt Chatter answered, visibly agitated. His annoyed gaze suggested he could tell what Tempest was thinking and was judging her for what was to him a childish fantasy brought on by too many stories. “Come on. In.” He gestured to the arena with his spear.
Tempest nodded, accepting his resolution. She began her long walk back into the arena.
As she approached and entered through the gap she had made, Bolt Chatter backed away and gave her some space.
Once they were situated, standing across from each other in the same positions they were in when they started, they drew their weapons up.
“Let’s finish this time,” Bolt Chatter said.
“Don’t blame me. You’re the one who can’t keep control his army.”
“Why, you…”! Bolt clenched his fists, infuriated. Then he stopped and took a deep breath. “Please, judge my fighting ability on my own terms, not on that of my, ahem, battle-hungry troops.”
Bolt, calm as a monk in a snowstorm twirled his weapon, swinging the blade-end at Tempest.
Tempest stepped out of the way and tried to trip him up with her leg, but he swung the pole back around and kept her leg from connecting with his. She ditched this and went for jabs with the dagger, but each time, he was able to spin his polearm around in time to catch her arm and keep the blow from going through. Seeing this wasn’t working, she jumped back.
“Hold still!” Bolt Chatter said. “Don’t you think we’ve dragged this on for long enough?”
“You’re absolutely right. I’m more than willing to discuss the terms of your immediate surrender.”
Bolt Chatter pried one of the shields out of the ground and hurled it at Tempest, who ducked underneath it.
He gave a thrust, his staff bristling with electric power. But Tempest was able to deflect the blow by slamming the hilt of her dagger into the polearm and pushing it away. She broke the blade lock and jumped into the air, spinning around and delivering a kick to his forehead.
Bolt Chatter stumbled for a minute, disoriented by the blow. Tempest seized the advantage and charged, stabbing her dagger straight into his breastplate.
That seemed to knock Bolt Chatter out of his daze, as he focus his eyes on her and kicked her away. Tempest slid on the snow, planting her dagger in the ground to bring herself to a halt.
Bolt ran his hand over his armor. She had made a dent, but not pierced flesh. Happy to find that he wasn’t seriously injured, he twirled his weapon at Tempest again, swinging the blade at her chest.
Tempest knocked his blow away, twirling her dagger around and keeping his spear from making contact. Just as she was starting to think they had done this exact thing before a few times too many, Bolt Chatter varied it up by swinging his polearm the other way, spinning the polearm’s other end around to smack her in the ankle and make her lose her footing. He jammed his elbow into her chest. She responded by bringing her head down and biting him on the arm.
“Ow!”
Bolt Chatter knocked her away again so he could inspect the damage. She had bitten down hard enough for his arm to bleed.
“He’s bleeding!” a Storm Beast shouted. “Do you see that? He’s bleeding!”
“What of it?” Bolt Chatter shouted back.
“Well, it’s just, if you’re bleeding…” the Storm Beast went quiet and fiddled with his fingers. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but the implications were clear. If he was bleeding, that meant Tempest Shadow was winning.
Bolt clutched his spear tightly and turned his focus back to Tempest, determined to prove to these soldiers he wasn’t knocked out that easy. Tempest somehow got the drop on him and slammed the hilt of her dagger into his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
As he clutched at his chest, trying to get his breath back, Tempest brought up her dagger and conked him on the head. His ears filled up with a thoroughly unpleasant rattling from his helmet.
“Ready to give up?” Tempest Shadow asked, looking confident and sure of herself.
“Never,” Bolt Chatter hissed. “Not in a thousand years. Not in a million years! If I have to fight with you for the rest of eternity before surrendering, then that’s what I’ll do!”
“Don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure I can finish this soon. I mean, at this point, I’m just toying with you.” She chuckled.
Bolt Chatter’s eyes went bloodshot with fury. He stalked towards Tempest slowly, keeping a level grip on his halberd as he approached. He twirled it, aiming the blade at her head once more. Tempest easily sidestepped this and rebuked the blow with a kick to his stomach, paying him back for earlier.
Bolt Chatter slowed down, his grip on his weapon slackening. Now was her chance.
Tempest narrowed her eyes, seeing a weakness in Bolt’s breastplate from when she struck it earlier. Going for it, she charged straight at him, her dagger aimed for the little slot she saw in between the metal.
The dagger went straight through, making Bolt Chatter lurch. He howled in pain and knocked Tempest away. While grabbing at the dagger to pull it out, he tried to jab her in the chest with his weapon haft.
Tempest ducked the blow and then jumped into the air. She spun around and brought her foot down on the length of the halberd, using the leverage to force it out of Bolt Chatter’s hand.
Tempest, feeling her advantage slipping, rushed at Bolt again, but he caught her in the stomach with the bottom half of his halberd. Then while she was stunned from that blow, he grabbed her wrist and forced the dagger out of it. It landed on the ground, hilt up, stabbing the ground right by Bolt’s feet.
Tempest backed away to try and regain her footing, but before she knew what happened, Bolt Chatter had lunged at her and seized her by the throat, lifting her into the air.
“Let go!” Tempest demanded, flailing her legs uselessly.
“I don’t see why,” Bolt replied.
“You won, fair and square! Now let me go!”
“So you can try and pull a trick? I don’t think so.”
Tempest glared at him. Her horn flared with power. The Storm Beasts, not knowing what could happen, ran for cover.
An arc lighting shot out of Tempest’s horn, striking Bolt Chatter right on the muzzle of his armor. When the light cleared, Tempest was stunned to see Bolt Chatter still standing, and to see sparks traveling up and down his body.
“You were the Storm King’s lieutenant. You.” Bolt said with amusement. “How? How did you get to be held in such high regard when you’re so short-sighted? Did you really think lightning was going to work on someone named Bolt Chatter? Do you think I was named after a radio or something?”
Bolt Chatter slammed Tempest’s muzzle into the ground. Continuing to hold her, he took all the energy she had just given and redirected back into her as his own lightning, pumping her body with several watts. Her skeleton briefly flashed visible moments before Bolt let up and let go.
Tempest laid on the ground, a smoking, defeated wreck, tendrils of smoke rising up off her body.
Bolt Chatter smirked, savoring his victory. “Okay, people, let’s go! Tie her up!”
Tempest Shadow opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure she had, since she opened them in total darkness.
A torch lit up on the wall. Bolt Chatter stood over her, his body illuminated by the dancing fire. He had a few bandages wrapped around his arm and shoulder where Tempest had pierced flesh earlier, but he seemed otherwise none worse off than he was at the start of the day. Tempest hated to admit it to herself, but it gave him a attractive rugged quality to him.
“Hello, Tempest,” Bolt Chatter said. “Enjoying your accommodations?”
Tempest Shadow tried to lung at him, but she was bound in chains. She looked over herself and saw they were on her ankles and wrists, and she had an iron muzzle on her mouth. That didn’t stop her from growling at him, for all the good it would do.
“My, you’re feisty for someone who’s already been beaten,” Bolt Chatter said.
Tempest’s horn began to spark.
“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bolt Chatter said, idly scratching at the back of his head. “Your magic’s unstable. You know this. I know this. And right now, we’re currently on the Storm King’s - I’m sorry, my flagship, thousands of feet into the sky. You could blow the ship right out of the air and kill everyone on board. Of course, I don’t think the old Tempest Shadow would have any problem with that … but you’re not the old Tempest Shadow, are you. You’re a new one, one who values things like friendship and honor.”
Tempest glared at him, but her horn went dark in a tacit admission of him being correct.
Bolt Chatter chuckled. “Very good. Now, Tempest, I know this isn’t exactly your … ideal accommodations.” He went over and grabbed one of the chains holding her, and gave it a yank, pulling her towards the wall. “But I’d like for you to get the chance to see I’m not so bad. I’m willing to give you a choice – a chance to get out of here. But you’re going to have to do what I say, and do exactly what I want. Or you can stay here chained up while the troops and I go have a nice victory celebration. Will you hear my conditions?”
Tempest nodded.
“It’s simple. You have to do two things. Say you endorse me as the new leader of the army. Your presence, diminished as it is by your recent defection, would still do wonders for solidifying my grasp of the remaining stragglers..”
Tempest rolled her eyes, but nodded.
“Second, you have to have sex with me. It gets lonely at the top, Tempest, which I’m sure you know, and I could use a little company. And who knows?” He put a finger under her chin. “Maybe if you give me a chance, you’ll find I’m not so bad and decided to stick with me.”
Tempest jerked away from him, giving him a solid no.
“Okay,” Bolt Chatter said. “Have fun by yourself, then.”
Bolt Chatter turned went and headed to the door.
Tempest Shadow hung her head in shame. She hated humiliating herself like this, but she needed some way to get out of here, get back and tell Twilight Sparkle like she should have done in the first place, and her magic wasn’t going to be it.
Tempest stomped her hoof to get his attention.
“You don’t have to be so loud,” Bolt Chatter said.
He went over to her and slashed the chains with his pole arm, taking the blade and breaking the links. He unplugged the muzzle from her face and tossed it to the floor.
“Can we make this quick?” Tempest asked.
“Don’t be like that, dear,” Bolt said, stroking her cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to take things a little slow and steady.”
“You are a walking romantic cliché,” Tempest said.
“Forgive me. I haven’t had much time to practice what with the, you know, taking advantage of an unexpected power vacuum.”
“And how did that work out for you really?” Tempest asked snidely. “You’ve got a bunch of … dolts under your command.”
“The Storm King made them into a fierce army that was feared across the plane! If he can do it, how hard can it be?”
Tempest chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“He had something that you don’t – me.” Tempest gave the cockiest grin imaginable. “He might have been king, but I was the one who kept the trains running on time. I could help you, you know. Help train them, teach them how to be fearsome again. All you have to do is let me go.”
Bolt Chatter pressed a nail up against her throat. “Heh. As tempting an offer as that is, I must admit, I was rather looking forward to this.” He dragged a finger across her chin intimately.
“Looking forward to what, exactly?”
Bolt gave her a smooch on the cheek. “Loving you.”
“Get off,” Tempest growled at him, losing patience.
Bolt sighed. “Let’s try this again.” He cleared his throat. “Hello, Tempest Shadow. How are you today? I brought you a flower.” He held up an empty hand. “Just … just pretend it’s there.”
Tempest rolled her eyes, “Please. Don’t go acting like this is an actual courtship. I’m just at your mercy, so let’s get it over with.”
“Come now, Tempest, don’t be like that,” Bolt said. He reached over to scratch behind her ears, and she started kicking her legs like a dog. “Think of the good you’re serving to your country.”
“My country? And what country is that?”
“Whatever you want it to be,” Bolt said. “You can name it when I’m done conquering the place if you be my consort..”
He pulled out a wand. He gave the wand a flick, then tossed it aside. He looked down at Tempest with a smirk.
“What was that supposed to do?” Tempest asked. Bolt Chatter began rising above her. The walls, too, towered over her. The room was getting larger and larger, threatening to swallow her up with its hugeness.
No, wait. The room wasn’t getting bigger. She was getting smaller. She looked down at shock as her breasts swelled up inside her armor, eventually popping her breastplate off and sending it flying across the room. Bolt Chatter ducked.
Tempest looked over her shoulder, seeing the same thing happening to her ass, her cheeks spilling out and breaking all of her clothes off.
She grunted when the weight of her breasts brought her down to her knees, her huge boobs pressing and squishing into the floor. She looked up at Bolt Chatter, and Bolt Chatter noticed, for the first time, real fear in her eyes.
“What did you do to me?” Tempest asked. She tried to reach over to feel her face and check it for additional effects, but her tiny arm couldn’t wrap around her huge boob.
“Oh, nothing, nothing,” Bolt Chatter said. “Just decided to give you a little … weight restrictions so you don’t try to escape. And to give you a size more befitting your reputation around here – diminished, but not without some delightful assets to compensate for it.”
He chuckled and groped her boob, running his fingers over the mound and licking his lips with anticipation. Tempest wondered what she had got herself into.
She lowered her head, closing her eyes and trying to transport her mind somewhere else..
“Hey, don’t be sad. You agreed to this, remember?”
“Under duress.”
Bolt poked her horn with an electrified finger. Tempest shouted. A burning sensation shot through her butt cheeks. She felt so tender, so vulnerable and empty. She breathed heavily, alien feelings of lust beginning to cloud through her mind, like the lightning had scrambled her brain.
“Oh, sorry, what’s the matter, Tempest?” Bolt asked with sympathy apparently sad to have hurt her with his little electric poke. “You don’t sound so good. Need a drink of water or something?”
“I ...” Tempest panted, looking at him as her body burned up with arousal. She didn’t want to like him, but her cunt was winking and getting wet and he was the only male she had access to, and that made him seem very attractive.
Bolt Chatter gave her a long, loving pet through her mane.
“You know, Tempest, perhaps I should be more grateful towards you. You were the one who created that power vacuum in the first place, after all, allowing me to rise up through the ranks.” He stared up at the ceiling as if in deep thought, which Tempest didn’t think a would-be tyrant like him would be capable of.
“It would follow, then, that I should go easy on you during this,” Bolt Chatter said. “Unfortunate, then, that I rather enjoy rough sex.”
He crawled over around her and grabbed her shoulders like they were reins. Tempest pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, and grunted as she felt his cock poke and pierce through her butt cheeks. Her soft, soft butt cheeks … she could barely even actually feel his cock. It was nestled safely in the fat of her cheeks, nowhere near her actual asshole.
“This is nice,” Bolt Chatter murmured before beginning to pump, rubbing his cock up and down on her cheeks. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again if you’re down for it.”
Tempest drummed her fingers on the floorboards. She would have checked her watch if she had one.
“Do you mind?” Bolt Chatter asked.
“Mind what?” Tempest asked. “There’s a lot of things I mind about my present situation.”
Bolt heaved a sigh. “Understandable, so I suppose I should be more specific. Would you not drum your fingers like that? It throws off my groove.”
Tempest chuckled. “Your groove?”
Bolt Chatter averted his gaze as a furious blushed covered his cheeks. “Well, I don’t know how else to describe it.”
Tempest gave a loud and hearty laugh, which Bolt Chatter responded to by blushing some more.
Bolt Chatter resumed his pumping, sliding his cock in and out of her ass, trying so hard to reach her actual asshole, but unable to because there was just too much cheek in the way.
Tempest chuckled again, though she tried to keep it quiet. Even when he had the upper hand, had every advantage in the situation, Bolt still found a way to mess things up.
She laughed a little less when he felt his cock stiffen up and press against her cheeks. It would burst very soon.
Tempest closed her eyes and grit her teeth to prepare for the coming load. Bolt Chatter started increasing the rate of his pumping and jerking, moving furiously and rapidly as he worked himself into a lustful frenzy as he used her body, now tailored and catered to suit his exact tastes.
Tempest reacted with disgust when she heard him start to pant in the process of railing her. How sexually starved was this tinhead? Probably very, now that she thought of it. With his hobbies of trying to take over the world, she didn’t imagine he got dates easily.
Bolt Chatter moaned as he ejaculated, lurching over and pouring his strong spunk into Tempest Shadow’s ass. Tempest twitched as she felt the thick, gooey spunk drip down the insides of her ass. It got everywhere. All over her. It was a mess. She could feel it. How she was supposed to shower and wash it off afterwards when her body was like this, with all her mass set in either her boobs or her ass?
Maybe she wasn’t supposed to. She could see Bolt Chatter getting off to that. Spreading his cum all over her and then not allowing her to clean it off … he’d like that.
Bolt Chatter grunted as he took himself out of her and went around her. A bit of cum dribbled from the tip of his shaft.
“So, Tempest, how was that?” Bolt Chatter asked, leaning against the wall while he took a rest. He gave her a slight smile, but it was … unusual. It wasn’t the self-satisfied smirk she would have expected. It looked eager for approval. Like he was looking for validation and encouragement.
“It was fine,” Tempest said, looking away from him. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Well, no, she did, she just came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do when he had all the power here.
“Fine?” Bolt Chatter asked. “Just fine?” His body started bristling with electricity and he clenched his claws.
“I’m sorry, it was okay,” Tempest corrected herself. “It wasn’t great. It wasn’t terrible. Not an experience I’d want to do again.”
“Just okay?” Bolt Chatter sighed and leaned against the desk nearby. “Tempest, what do I have to do to get you to enjoy this?” Bolt asked, cupping her chin with a finger. “I like you, Tempest Shadow. I really do. Despite some … criticisms I might have about your decisions.”
He got down on her knees, kneeling in front of her oversized boobs.
“Tell me what I can do.”
“You could let me go, for one,” Tempest said.
“Besides that,” Bolt Chatter said. “You know if I let you go, the only thing I have to guarantee you’d come back to me is your word, and I think we know there’s some reason to doubt that given what happened with your boss.”
“He betrayed me first, you know,” Tempest said.
“You know what? It’s fine, it’s fine,” Bolt Chatter said. “I enjoyed it, and I have the power, so that’s all that really matters.”
Tempest Shadow considered this and mumbled something.
“What?” Bolt Chatter asked. “What is it now?”
“Well, a strong, powerful tyrant like you is going to take over the world, right?” Tempest asked.
“Go on,” Bolt Chatter said, intrigued by this seeming change in her opinion after she was so skeptical and dismissive of his chances earlier.
“You don’t strike me as the respectful type, so I assume you’ll probably make yourself a harem.”
“I hadn’t considered it, but now you’ve suggested it, I might. Why? What are you getting at? Where are you going with this?”
“I’m just saying, if you’re going to conscript the women of Equestria and the lands beyond into being your concubines, you might try and at least make it worthwhile.”
Bolt’s fist crackled with lightning, flashing a strobing light around the room. He looked down at his hand, then back at Tempest. He dismissed the lightning, shaking his hand and chuckling.
“I see what you’re trying to do,” Bolt said. He reached behind the desk and pulled out a bottle of wine and two tall glasses.
“Really? What am I trying to do?” Tempest asked.
“You’re trying to taunt me and infuriate me,” Bolt poured the wine into both glasses. “Then I’ll be too angry to continue having sex with you.”
Tempest rolled her eyes. “I will neither confirm nor deny your baseless hypothesis.”
“You’re only hurting yourself, you know,” Bolt took a swig of wine, then offered Tempest the other glass. Tempest, not having much else to do, took the glass and took a sip of her own. It was a little awkward trying to get her thin arm around her huge boob rolling on the floor, but she managed to do it. She supposed there was a risk in doing so, a chance Bolt might have drugged it, or laced it with aphrodisiac to make her more compliant. But she’d watched him pour it out in front of her, and at this point, something, anything to break up the monotony would be entirely welcome by her. Besides, something subtle like that didn’t seem his style.
“How’s the wine?” Bolt asked, raising Tempest’s suspicions that perhaps he was smarter than she gave him credit for and he had somehow put something in the wine without her seeing it.
“It’s fine,” Tempest said. She took another sip to keep Bolt Chatter from catching on to her suspicions. “Why do you ask?” She swirled the wine around in her glass idly, passing the time between replies in the conversation.
“I just want you to feel nice and relaxed before this next part,” Bolt answered. “It could get a little intense.” He held up his hand, electricity crackling between his fingers. “You might feel a slight tingling sensation, heh.”
Tempest stared at his hand in fear of what he might plan to do. She tried to back away and scoot away, but she couldn’t move with her massive tits gluing her to the floor. All she could do was roll her tits around on the floor like beanbag chairs, moving, but not really going anywhere.
Bolt Chatter chuckled and pinched the tip of her broken horn between his index and his thumb, pumping electricity into her head.
The lightning went straight into her brain. Despite what she was expecting, and she was expecting a lot of pain and maybe some numbness, it actually felt … strangely pleasant. Like the electricity coming from Bolt’s fingers was drumming over the pleasure sensations in her brain, giving her a light, mild sexual stimulation by screwing with and scrambling the electrical signals in her brain. Her cunt started to wink and she began to moan, her eyes rolling up in her head.
It was, as Bolt Chatter warned, intense, and she did feel a tingling sensation all over her body. As her tongue lolled out of her mouth, Tempest was surprised. She didn’t think a rowdy brawler like Bolt Chatter would have been capable of such a fine and delicate manipulation of her biochemistry.
Tempest moaned a little louder, and a little louder, and louder still before giving out a shout, the electrical driving her towards a climax where she squirted onto the wooden floorboards of the room. Those were going to need replacing before they start molding.
Bolt Chatter released his grip on Tempest’s head, and Tempest dropped her head onto her boobs, using them as pillows while she gathered her breath.
“Did you like that?” Bolt asked. “It looked like you liked that. How was it?”
“It wasn’t bad,” Tempest panted out. She rolled her eyes around the room. “Do you smell something burning?”
“Oh, that’s, well ...” Bolt produced a hand mirror and Tempest could see black streaks across her face and mane, scorch marks from being so near Bolt’s lightning. Tendrils of smoke lifted up from the threads of her hair.
“I may have put too much juice into it towards the end there, and for that I sincerely apologize,” Bolt Chatter said.
“Where did you even learn to do something like that?” Tempest asked.
“I’ve known how to wield lightning all my life,” Bolt Chatter said, looking down at his palm contemplatively. “Eventually, my parents had the sense to send me to people, certain, special people, who could teach me how to wield it in more … subtle, delicate ways. I do enjoy my displays of force, but I have been fortunate enough to have teachers who taught me not to undervalue the ability of using just a little of lightning – of not using a whole thunderbolt when a little spark will do.”
“A little spark will do, indeed,” Tempest said. “Can we do it again?” Part of her was critical of herself for wanting to do such a thing and starting to enjoy the situation, but the rest of her was totally into that intense stimulation and resulting orgasm that came from it.
“As much as I would love to, I’d rather not,” Bolt Chatter said. “This should be obvious, but I’ll say it anyway; too much lightning can be hazardous to your health.” He cupped her chin and made her look up at her. “And just between you and me, I think I might get more enjoyment of our time together if you were, you know, alive to enjoy it. Or at least not tased.”
“Well ...” Tempest said, and here she should have something sarcastic to say, but her wit came up short and failed her. She was still reeling from that high from his electrostim treatment, and she couldn’t think of anything to say. She couldn’t think of anything disparaging she wanted to say. She wanted him to go again. She wanted to see what other kind of surprises he might have in store for her.
She wondered if there was something in the wine after all. Or maybe him stimulating her brain with his lightning had fried a few more brain cells than either of them realized. Either way, she was feeling much more compliant towards him now, even more than after he got down with her ass.
Tempest leaned her forward, eager for what Bolt Chatter would do next.
“What else do you have for me?” Tempest asked.
“What else do I have for you?” Bolt Chatter asked, surprised. He reached out his claw towards her cheek, cupping and stroking it, which she leaned into. “Why, Tempest! If you’re not careful, I’m going to think you’re actually starting to like this.”
“Call it Stockholm syndrome,” Tempest said. “I have resigned myself to my fate … oh, right there’s good, yeah, right there.”
“Here?” Bolt asked, giving her a scratch under her chin, and she kicked her legs up like a dog. This amused Bolt Chatter.
“You really are just a dog, aren’t you?” Bolt Chatter teased. “Eager to please whatever master last fed you the most.”
“Don’t say that,” Tempest said, coming to her senses just a little and turning her face away from him.
“It’s true, though, isn’t it?” Bolt Chatter asked, pouring on the mockery by petting her hair the way one does a hound curled on their lap.
“It is not,” Tempest snapped at him.
“Careful there,” Bolt Chatter scolded her, smacking her on the nose. “Vicious dogs get put down, you know.”
“If you were going to kill me, you would have done so already,” Tempest said. “You know how much of a threat I could be to you. You know if there was a chance I escaped, I could tell Celestia what you’re up. I could start recruiting your army for myself. After all, I was the Storm King’s lieutenant. I would have a lot more pull than you do. No, you’re going to keep me alive because you’re confident you can keep me here, and I suspect you enjoy playing with me just a little too much.”
“Perhaps a little,” Bolt Chatter admitted. “I would love for you to take up me on that consort offer.”
Tempest felt a slight tingle go down her spine. She looked around the room to see if there was a draft pouring in from somewhere, a crack in the walls, but the room was sealed up tight.
Tempest gasped as her vision went lower to the ground, her breasts expanding outward even more, so that the rest of her body looked like a dwarf pony in comparison to her utterly huge udders.
“What the heck?” Tempest snapped, flailing her tiny arms around in adorable fun-sized useless fury. “What’s the matter with you, Bolt? Triple Js still not big enough for you?”
Bolt Chatter shrugged. “Don’t look at me. You of all people should know better than most how magic can be … notoriously unstable.”
Tempest snorted. Would that she could get on all fours and charge and run him down like a bull set free from the rodeo. But between the airship’s height, the occasional jolts of electricity she still felt coursing through parts of her body, and her beanbag chair boobs, she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“What fun little game shall we play next?”
“Pin the tail on the donkey?” Tempest suggested. “You can be the donkey.”
“Not that I don’t appreciate your sarcasm,” Bolt Chatter replied, answering her sarcasm and dry wit with some of his own, “but if I’m going to be the donkey, who’s going to pin the tail? You? Obviously you can’t do it – you can hardly move.”
Bolt poked her in the forehead, and Tempest felt dizzy as her boobs rolled around underneath, pushing her back and pulling her forward like a foam dummy.
Tempest’s eyes spun in their sockets, stars and birds floating around her disoriented head. Eventually she was able to recover and shake the fugue off, but this brought her no closer to a new suggestion for how she and Bolt might keep the sex going and keep it lively, nor any other way to pass the time.
“Hey, here’s an idea; how about, instead of continuing, we call it for the day? You can go back to doing your whole tyrant warlord thing. You know, rally the troops, make a few big speeches about how you’re going to crush all who oppose you, maybe torture some of your other prisoners for awhile?”
“Nice try, but you’re currently the only prisoner we have.”
“Darn it! Well, whose fault is that?”
Bolt Chatter looked around as though to check if there was somebody else in the room with them.
“Just between you and me?” Bolt said. “It’s those blasted Storm Beasts, really. Trying to whip those incompents into a shape fit enough to storm Canterlot, let alone stage a raid and take a few prisoners, is like trying to push a boulder uphill.”
“Maybe what you need is a general,” Tempest suggested. “Somebody who can instill some real discipline into them and train them into a truly great army.”
“Like who? Let me guess, you? Didn’t we already have this conversation?”
“Why not me?”
“That’s good. You’re smart. You’re very beautiful. But there are a few things in the way. For one, we were just talking about the fact that you could convince a lot of them to be loyal to you than to me. Second, how do I know you wouldn’t try to subvert me? You could act as a double agent, telling Celestia all about my plans, or stage a mutiny – why are you laughing?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Tempest said. She tried to wipe a laughter-induced tear from her eye, but couldn’t get her arm over her boob, so instead she just plunged her face into her bosom to wipe it on her tit. “It’s just … you said tell Celestia and let me tell you, Celestia is useless. If anything, I would tell Princess Twilight. She, at least, would figure that we should do something about you.”
“Is that so?” Bolt asked, then paused. “Why, you cheeky little ...”
“What?”
“You started distracting me with this conversation so you don’t have to keep dealing with my sexual desires,” Bolt said. “What a miscreant you are!”
“Really? That’s a shame, I was starting to enjoy our back and forth,” Tempest said.
“Maybe another time,” Bolt said. He looked up wistfully, as if dealing with internal reflection for the first time in a long while. He shook it off.
“Let’s get back to business,” Bolt Chatter said, electricity sparking between his fingers and a sharp glare forming in his eyes as his thoughts ran wild of how he might carry out his lusts on Tempest.
“Oh, are you sure?” Tempest asked. “I mean, there’s so much we could talk about still.”
“No, I don’t really think there is,” Bolt said. His eyes scanned up and down on her impressive breasts, his mind hard at work with the possibilities.
“Bolt?” Tempest asked. As annoying as he could be when he talked, spoke, or generally just did anything that unearned swagger of his, she found him being quiet absolutely terrifying. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking maybe I will give that extra shock after all.”
Losing his temper and restraint, Bolt brought his hand down on her nipple and delivered a shock to her boob. Tempest shivered and chattered, her massive tit dispersing the electricity such that it wasn’t more of a tingle than a shock.
Bolt pulled away his hand and looked at his palm, then at Tempest’s tit.
Tempest rolled her head around. Her nipple continuing tingling long after the actual shock had faded.
Bolt squinted and scrutinized her nipple. Its color looked off, like it was brightening, even though the only logical color for it to change would be black as a result of being burned by his lightning.
He gave the boob a poke, and the white spot squeezed out and dripped onto the floor.
“What?” Bolt recoiled, stunned.
Tempest looked down at the stain on the floor. “What? You’ve never seen breast milk before?”
“Is that what it is?” Bolt asked, looking down at the stain on the floor.
“Yeah, it’s breast milk. Your … lightning must have made me started lactating,” Tempest said. She pursed her lips, thinking this through, and it made less and less sense the more she thought about it, but she couldn’t think of any other explanations that were any better.
Bolt continued poking at her boob, making milk squirt out. The more he pressed, the greater the quality of milk was produced, squirting and spilling on the floor.
“Well, that’s cute, I guess,” Bolt said. “But it does give me an idea.”
Bolt grabbed onto Tempest’s oversized tits like they were the footholds onto a mountain he meant to scale. Using them in this way, he climbed on top of her and pressed his cock between her mountains, pumping in and out, riding back and forth.
“Oh, stop,” Tempest said, turning her head away, though her tone was slightly playful. Just slightly.
Bolt continued, picking up his pace as his erection returned, his cock enjoying the feeling of her large soft breasts against it. He started to moan, closing his eyes as he moved into an automatic rhythm, animal instinct taking over.
He lifted his head to the sky and gave out a pleasured howl.
Tempest winced, her ears twitching. “Please tell me you’re not going to be doing that all day.”
“I might,” Bolt replied, stroking her mane again while he pumped.
His erection twitched and pulsed against her boobs, and Tempest turned her head away, just wanting him to finish it and get it over with already.
“Ah,” Bolt chided her, grabbing her by the stub of her horn and turning it to face him directly. “There’ll be no more of that, no. I want you facing me when it happens.”
“Why?” Tempest asked, though she was sure she already knew the answer.
“You’ll see,” Bolt replied. He continued pumping and rubbing his cock against her and Tempest could feel him inching closer to an orgasm – to release.
It happened, and his cock shot out a huge wad of spunk that sprayed and splattered all over, getting not just all over her tits, but also some on to her face and cheeks. She had to close her eyes to keep it from getting in them.
“Ah,” Bolt Chatter let out a relieved sign and crawled down from her, cum splattered all over his scrotum.
Bolt brought his hand around her chin. “Fancy one more?”
“Another?” Tempest asked, more impressed than anything. “How can you even keep going after all that?”
“I have a very fast metabolism,” Bolt answered proudly.
“Pretty sure that’s not how a metabolism works but okay,” Tempest muttered. “What did you want to do next?”
“I was thinking we could start working on an heir,” Bolt answered. “After all, someone is going to need to keep my rule going when I’m too old to do it myself.”
“And by that you mean?” Tempest asked.
Bolt grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her over onto her back. Her boobs jiggled and bounced while her butt replaced them on the floor, taking over the position of ‘built in beanbag.’
Bolt climbed on top of her, still holding her shoulders, and pressed her cock into her tiny vagina, which normally wouldn’t have any trouble, but with the rest of her body as shrunken as it was, even just pressing the tip of his cock was an overwhelming experience. Though, Tempest thought, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was like having a sex with a giant, and a warrior like her appreciated the chance to test herself againt a giant - even if this test was more about her love making than her fighting ability.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Bolt Chatter said as he continued pushing his pecker in. “I might just have to keep you like this if we do this.”
“If?” Tempest asked. “Wouldn’t be more of a when?”
“Nice to see you warming up to me,” Bolt Chatter said, cupping her chin.
Tempest chuckled and laid her head back, closing her eyes as her cunt did most of the work for her, opening as much as it could as it winked in response to Bolt Chatter’s attention. There was a bit of irony she found quite amusing, that Bolt had magically added so much size to her tits and ass - and yet now he was enjoying most of all a part of that remained small.
“It’s coming,” Bolt Chatter said. “Brace for impact.”
“Impact?” Tempest chuckled. “My, you have a high opinion of your performance, don’t you?” She decided to just ignore the part where him cumming into her ass was so satisfying it left her drooling.
Bolt came again, cum spurting all over her slit, giving her another watch patch that stood out against her night-dark skin.
Both Bolt and Tempest gave out satisfied sighs while Bolt climbed down from her and proceeded to clean himself up before heading to the door.
“So … what happens now?” Tempest asked.
“Now?” Bolt said. “Now I’ll leave you here to stew over what you’ve done and how you might pay off your debts to my army. After all, the charge for treason under the Storm King is usually death … but I think, if you behave and don’t try to escape, you can pay those charges off in produce and good service.”
He went to leave, his steps creaking on the wooden stairs.
“What, you’re not even going to let me clean up?” Tempest asked.
“I’ll send someone down with a sponge and a bucket,” Bolt replied. “I want to savor this image first, though.”
He closed the door behind him, leaving Tempest Shadow alone in chilly darkness, with nothing but his fresh spunk to warm her freezing cheeks and keep her company. All she could do was hope Twilight Sparkle noticed her absence soon and was working to find and rescue her.