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“DAMNIT, I’M FUCKING BORED AS A MOTHERFUCKER!” Rainbow Dash explodes in unfettered frustration.

She kicks a soccer ball against the wooden wall of the school gymnasium in anger, only for it to return to her at almost equal force to receive another hard kick. She ricochets the projectile against the wall, creating a steady but fiery rhythm as she releases her suppressed infuriation.

With the school nearly empty after hours, the girls spend most of their time hanging around campus, however, the normal glamor and excitement of spending time together have begun to grow dull. It's good to spend time with friends, but what if there's nothing to do with them? With no magical catastrophes popping up around Canterlot High anymore there's not much excitement in the world.

The rest of Rainbow's friends either watch her in bored silence or browse through their phones for something interesting to do or see. Maybe some magical beast roaming through a park? A crazy storm caused by haywire magic is tearing up a farm? Anything that has to do with magic at all?

Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

Not a single spark of inspiration or excitement draws them out of their disinterested minds. No MeTube videos, no memes, no video games, not even social media feels fun anymore. Worst of all, there isn't any strange phenomena taking place anywhere in the world.

Sunset Shimmer groans in irritation as she flops back onto the maple hardwood floor, disregarding the sudden shock of pain to her back. Her overwhelming sense of ennui has developed so much, any feeling—physical or emotional—has been rendered null and void.

"Where did all the excitement go?" she asks in lethargy. "We used to fight magical monsters and strange occurrences, but now—"

"We're back to bein' regular ol' high school girls," Applejack interjects. "Ya think everythin's alright back in Equestria? Maybe Princess Twilight did somethin' to all them baddies? That's why we ain't got nothin' to do?"

Sunset scrolls through her phone again, but still remains conscious of her friend's question. "Eh, maybe. I mean, you know that one saying: 'Where there is light, there must be shadow...yadayadayada. Maybe the princess has finally managed to spread enough friendship throughout the world that there's no room for shadows to hide."

Everyone groans in unison, validating that as a reasonable answer, but a terrible one. No evil means no new fights, no new adventures, no new powers. Life possibly couldn't get more boring.

"You know...," Fluttershy peeps. With everyone so quiet, it's too easy for them to perfectly hear Fluttershy's soft-spoken voice. "...I almost enjoy the quiet, peaceful times. It lets me spend more time with my animals and my job. It's not all bad, right?" Everyone turns their heads in disbelief, eyes filled with a mix of confusion and aggravation. Her peaceful expression falls as she notices everyone else's unimpressed faces. "Never mind."

"I just realized something," Twilight says with a tinge of worry. "Has anyone seen Pinkie Pie?"

For once, everyone looks up from their phones and the current surroundings to take in what Twilight had said. Rainbow consequently gets struck in the face by her soccer ball the second she turns around to look at her friend. Twilight was right: Pinkie is nowhere to be found. The girls look around for their hyperactive friend, only to find no trace of her.

"She wouldn't just leave us, would she?" Rarity asks in disappointment. "I mean, I get that there is nothing to do, but she doesn't have to leave us behind like this."

Just as Rarity finished her complaint about her friend, the double doors to the gym burst open, startling everyone out of their skin.

"Speak of the devil," she says.

The party-girl, Pinkie Pie, stands in the doorway with a gleeful smile on her face. She joyously bounces in-place like a little schoolgirl as she holds a small parcel in her hands encased in red wrapping paper.

"HEY GIRLS!" she exclaims in her normal Pinkie voice. "Get your lazy butts up because I've got something that will cure us of our boredom!"

The other girls look at Pinkie and the parcel with curiosity and hope, but their expressions fade as they watch their friend tear the wrapping paper off to reveal...another video game.

"Another video game?" Applejack questions. "Pinkie, we appreciate the gift, but it ain't gonna help us with our boredom. Heck, we've tried just about every game out there and nothin's helped."

"Applejack's right Pinkie," Rainbow Dash adds. She scrolls through her phone while addressing her friend. "Playing video games and going to amusement parks and all that isn't nearly as fun as it used to be, especially when we became literal superheroes. How is this gonna any different?"

Pinkie grows a wide, malicious smile, which some of her friends find rather odd and disturbing. "Oh, trust me, girls. This game will blow your panties off!"

Everyone looks at her in puzzlement. "Our what?" Twilight asks.

"Oh, sorry, I mean, socks. Got those two mixed up, heh heh..."

Everyone brushes off the girl's mistake, but Sunset can't help but feel a little bit of uncertainty about this new game. She stands up from her resting place and snatches the game from Pinkie's loose grasp.

"Hey, give that back!" Pinkie pouts.

Sunset doesn't comply with her demands. Instead, she looks over the video game with harsh skepticism. It looks like a harmless MMORPG with the words LORD QUEST in stoic red letters at the top. The cover art consists of at least seven members of a party, each a different class and rank—mage, knight, dark mage, cleric, gunslinger, rogue, and bard—trespassing into a sinister crypt or dungeon.

“Pinkie, where exactly did you buy this game?” Sunset asks.

“Well, it’s kind of a funny story really...”

“This oughta be interesting,” Rainbow states as she and the rest of the girls sit up straight to listen to her friend’s tale.

“So, I actually left a bit early to run some errands for my sisters," Pinkie begins, "and knowing them, it'd only take a few minutes since they don’t demand much, but I got called out by some weird old lady in a fancy-looking stand."

This piques everyone's interest even more. Twilight decides to intervene and interrogate Pinkie for a bit more information.

"Do you remember what the lady looked like? Anything odd or maybe witch-like?"

Pinkie places a finger on her chin, trying to conjure up an approximately accurate image of the woman she met. "She had wrinkly, dry skin for starters. Her hands were pretty bony, like weird mangled claws—"

"I think someone could use a manicure," Rarity mutters to herself. No one seems to take notice of the fashionista's disgust as they continue listening to Pinkie's description

"She also had a raggedy old robe around her body and a hood that covered most of her face, so I couldn't even see her eyes. Uh, her hair looked like a bunch of cobwebs were glued onto her head. Ooh, and she also had a really weird voice like someone was trying to make a squeaking wrench talk."

The girls look at each other, their eyes filled with worry and confusion.

"Yup, sounds like the description of a witch," Twilight ponders.

"Or just someone who really needs a complete makeover," Rarity interjects.

Everyone stares blankly at the fashionista for her stupid analysis and continue to press Pinkie on about the encounter.

"So how did you get the game?" Applejack asks. She raises an eyebrow, patiently waiting for her friend's reply.

"Well, I just walked over and she just asked me, 'Do you seek unending adventure?'" Pinkie talks similar to how a wicked witch would sound like if she were trying to tempt children into her clutches. "And I said, yes-a-roonie! And she pulled out that game and said, 'I know how much you children love these games, so I shall lend you this. It can satisfy all of your desires.' Which I responded with, really? And she responded with 'Really.' And then I decided to get the game free of charge!"

This is obviously where Pinkie Pie should have noticed something off, but with Pinkie being Pinkie, it's obvious she doesn't take a second thought to reconsider what she had done. Even now, she's beaming like she's done a good deed, while everyone else stares at her judgmentally.

Sunset looks over the game once more, taking in the not-so inconspicuous object. "It doesn't look too suspicious...hold on..."

She turns it over to read the summary on the back but instead is met with a strange inscription that takes up all of the space.

"...Desires fulfilled, dreams granted.
The contents within, shall leave you enchanted.
Mind and soul, broken then mended,
Open the gates to adventure so splendid..."

"Sounds like the perfect way to have some fun," Rainbow Dash comments. "I say we do it."

The other girls look at her like she's crazy. Of course, none of them feel comfortable with the strange description on the back, but the last line still echoes through their minds. What if there really is some cool adventure in this game? There could be a villain trapped inside or maybe they can be transported inside once they play it. Endless thoughts run through their minds as countless, infinite expeditions and battles could take place in one simple disk.

"How safe do you think it is?" Fluttershy asks, looking to Sunset for answers.

Sunset Shimmer tightens her grip on the game cover; the plastic slightly bends under the increased force but remains strong and rigid. Every instinct and gut feeling is telling her this will be a bad idea, but the promise of action and exhilaration captivates her.

"I...think it's pretty safe. I don't know what we'll face, but we should probably give it a shot, right? And besides, we haven't lost yet, so this oughta be a sinch for us. Pinkie..." Sunset turns to face her ecstatic friend, who's currently ginning like a madman, "...is it alright if we go to your house to play it?"

Pinkie squeals like a cheerful girl getting a puppy for Christmas. "YES, YES, YES!"

Sunset Shimmer takes the mystical CD out of its case and inserts it into Pinkie's Game Station 5. The girls sit on the bed, waiting in anticipation, wondering if it'll even play since it's supposed to be a magical item, but fortunately, the screen comes to life. At first, it's just a blank, white screen but soon, the words Lord Quest drop onto the background, one red letter at a time. The image of the seven party members traveling through the dungeon-type area appears as well, completing the scene on the case cover. Just underneath the main text, in small letters, the words PRESS X TO BEGIN SUMMONING flash on the screen.

Grabbing the controller in her hands, Sunset presses the requested button. The screen fades to black and a small spark of light flutters from the darkness. It’s just a small ball of light with fairy wings keeping it afloat. It leaves small bits of fairy dust everywhere it flutters in the dark room like a mobile salt shaker. Finally, it stands still once it comes close to the girls. It seems to jump in surprise once it manages to get close enough to them.

“Oh, joy! Are you the foretold heroes that will save the land of Emacula?” the fairy ball asks in a high pitched voice.

Sunset raises an eyebrow in puzzlement. “Wait, heroes?” She looks back at the rest of the girls to see them wearing similar expressions of confusion. “I’m not the only one who heard it mention plural, right?”

“No, sugar, you’re not goin’ crazy...I think?” Applejack responds.

Looking back at the screen, Sunset sees three options to choose from: “Yes we are.”, “No we are not.”, and “What do you mean ‘heroes’?”

“Okay, this is already starting to get weird,” Sunset mutters as she nervously fidgets with the controller. “Let’s see what happens when we choose the third option.”

She chooses it and the fairy ball jumps in surprise again. “What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean, there are at least seven warriors waiting to be transported to Emacula to save it from its inevitable doom! Am I correct?”

Another three options appear for Sunset to choose from. “That’s right!”, “No way!”, and “Are you able to see us?”

The girls look at each other in fear and bewilderment. They search around the room to make sure no cameras are anywhere spying on them. Nothing out of the ordinary was found.

“Pinkie, the Game Station 5 doesn't come with a camera, does it?” Sunset asks fearfully.

“No. Neither does my TV.”

Sunset goes ahead and chooses the last option. Once again the fairy ball bounces in place. “I can see and hear you girls out there. You did buy a magical video game, right? It’s pretty obvious there was gonna be some weird twist to this whole thing.”

“Nope! Nope, I ain’t doin’ this!" Applejack leaps out of the bed and marches over to the console. "I ain't gonna deal with no video game that can hear and see everything we do."

The ball of light bounces frantically as it tries to dissuade her from pulling its plug. "Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute! At least hear what I have to say! Don't you want your little adventure?"

This stops Applejack in her tracks before she can grab hold of the console's wire. She glares at the TV with a skeptical look, still unsure about this weird scenario.

"And how can you do that, huh?"

"Uh, magic, duh?" the ball replies blatantly.

Without a clear warning, the fairy ball radiates a powerful blue light that fills the entire room. It's so strong it's even piercing through everyone's eyelids, temporarily blinding them and fogging up their vision. As the light fades, everyone opens their eyes slowly to see a horrifying sight. Their bodies have become pixelated and cubic like fictional computer software. Small binary 1's and 0's orbit around each girl like floating particle effects. They move their limbs, only to find out they can not feel anything. No sensation, no movement, not even pain.

"What the hell did you do?!" Sunset explodes. She tries to touch her body, but her hands phase through her as if she were a spirit. "Am I dead?!"

"Don't worry, I'm just performing the summoning procedure. It's completely painless," the fairy replies. "Now, when you arrive, you'll end up pretty dazed so don't try and stand up too fast. I'll explain everything the moment you girls make it to the character selection area."

Before the girls could respond, they can see bits and pieces of their digitalized bodies being plucked and pulled into the TV. They try to run, but their pieces autonomously fly into the screen, disappearing on the other side. Rainbow Dash and Applejack hang onto the bedposts but their lower halves are almost gone, leading up to the disappearance of their top half and then their hands, finally sucking their screaming heads into the screen. The rest of the girls hug each other in desperation as they fly into the TV and disappear without a trace. The screen shuts off, leaving a black screen of emptiness and an empty room in its wake.

Maud Pie sticks her head into the room to see only the game controller sitting unattended on the ground. She could have sworn she heard her sister screaming just a second ago, but she's clearly not in the room. She shrugs and walks away while feeding Boulder a few cheez-nips before setting him to bed.

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Sunset Shimmer slowly opens her eyes to see an endless darkness before her. She hears the groans of the rest of her friends and attempts to help each of them up, but the moment she tries to stand, her legs suddenly give out, causing her to collapse face-first into the floor.

"I told you you'd be a little weak once you arrived," a painfully familiar voice says.

As her vision slowly comes into focus, Sunset Shimmer looks up to see the fairy flying directly above her and her friends. She scowls at the flittering creature, thinking it must be mocking her in her worn-out state. She reaches out to grab it but immediately falls back onto her belly as weakness overtakes her muscles.

"Huh. Didn't think it'd take this long for the effects of the summoning procedure to fade away," the fairy says. "I guess I can lend you ladies a hand or, I guess, a wing in this case."

The ball of light shivers, scattering sparkling dust upon the weary individuals which disappear as soon as they make contact with their skin and clothes. The girls open their eyes as they feel a surge of strength course through their veins, rejuvenating them from their weakened states. They slowly rise from their resting places and look around at their new location with a mix of fear and caution.

"There we go, I knew that'd do the trick. Now then—HEY, HEY! LET GO OF ME!"

Sunset manages to grab the ball of light in her hands, squeezing him like a balloon. "Let us out of here you little bastard or I'll pop you until you're nothing but pixie dust!"

Although he doesn't have a mouth or a respiratory system, the ball sounds like it's choking to death. Its wings begin to curl in and wither like leaves during winter. "Please! Let me—ACK—go!"

He begins to glow and vibrate violently like a ticking time bomb, prompting Sunset to let him go in surprise. The growing light recedes and the fairy flies high into the air where none of the girls could reach it.

"What the fuck is your problem, lady?!" he explodes in rage. "I give you a chance to have some excitement and this is how you repay me?!"

Sunset opens her mouth to throw out a nasty retort, but Fluttershy places a finger on her lips to shut her up before she could do anything irreparable. The timid girl approaches the floating ball and stands in a proper manner; hands behind her back, feet together, and back straight like she's trying to show someone utmost respect.

"Sorry about my friend, fairy," Fluttershy says in the nicest tone she can muster. "We're just a little shaken up about this new experience, is all. Could you perhaps introduce yourself and explain to us what we're doing here?"

Everyone is taken aback by Fluttershy's unexpected confidence, especially in such a strange situation. The floating ball slowly hovers down until he comes to level with the girl's face, reflecting the girl's innocent smile on its mirror-like surface.

"Well, I'm glad there's at least some caring people among you lot." The fairy peeks around Fluttershy to see Sunset Shimmer blushing in embarrassment while still bubbling with anger. "Ahem! My name is Alo, your personal guide for when you enter the kingdom of Emacula; a kingdom blessed with harmony and bountiful life. Unfortunately, the great nation has been plunged into an era of darkness after a curse has been placed upon the people and animals of the land."

A few gasps of horror emanating from the group interrupt Alo in its glorious storytelling.

"Yes. Horrible indeed. I was actually the sole protector of the land, Holy Knight Alostar, but the Queen of the Land of Lust got the best of me and managed to tear my soul from my body, leaving me searching in vain for new heroes that can destroy the wretched bitch for all she's done. But before you venture on to your quest, chosen ones, be warned that the people and animals have been placed with a curse that turns them into mindless beasts thirsting for sex, and the only—"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Once again, Alo's narration is cut off, this time by Rainbow Dash, who looks at the guide with a questioning look. "Sex?"

Alo bobs as a sign of nodding. "Indeed, a curse that causes—"

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Rainbow roars.

"Excuse me?"

The girls part to let Rainbow through to yell in his face, which they all believe he deserves. "The game never said anything about this being some sort of sex game! What kind of false advertising bullshit is that!?"

Even without a face, Alo seems rather confused at everyone's appalled faces. "The game is called Lewd Quest, so I don't know what you're complaining a—"

"NO! It's not!" Rarity intervenes. Now everyone makes room to let Rarity do her thing. "The name of the game is Lord Quest, not Lewd!"

Alo remains silent for a minute. It would seem that even he is baffled by this mix-up. "Well...uh, there's really not much I can do for you now. The only way you can leave is by defeating the final boss and lifting the spell."

"WHAT!?" everyone screams in unison, causing the little ball of light to frantically zip around like a loose electron, startled by their outburst.

"So, we're stuck in a world filled with horny creatures with no way out?" Twilight asks, her crippling anxiety creeping in.

Alo regains his composure and stills himself in midair before responding to their irritation. "L-look, I don't make the rules here, okay? I'm just a magically programmed AI that's supposed to help new adventurers in their quests and tutorials. Now, if you want to continue quarreling with me, that's fine. But if you want to leave this place, I suggest you suck it up and listen to the tutorial!"

Although this whole situation is quite out of the ordinary for the girls, they did say they wanted more adventure, therefore, their wish was granted. They suppress their anger and allow Alo to introduce them to the mechanics of the game.

"Alright, so the world works just like a normal open-world MMORPG, except the NPCs and stuff act like normal human beings, which means you can actually influence how they treat you and such. They have emotions and free will and they have no idea they're in a video game, although, talking about EXP and stats and all that is normal in this world.

"Second, each of you needs a class." A virtual spreadsheet with seven different RPG classes appears next to Alo from the matrix. "Feel free to choose whichever class you'd be the most comfortable using."

Hesitantly, the girls approach the giant spreadsheet and scan over the different options. Apparently, they're the same ones as on the cover page of the case and there are exactly seven, coincidentally, one for each of them.

Twilight Sparkle walks up to the screen while everyone else watches from behind. She thinks about herself and what class would best benefit her.

'I feel like I could be a mage considering my powers, but I'd rather get into the action than stay behind in the background for once.'

She reaches out and taps the "knight" option. A golden aura surrounds the girl as pieces of metal appear out of nowhere and cover her body. As the light fades, everyone marvels at Twilight's new appearance.

She has her pony features from when she transforms from the power of the geodes. A golden horn is attached to her forehead like a crown, representing her pony counterpart in Equestria. A golden breastplate, pauldron, arm pieces, and boots shine with brilliant radiance as they protect her vital and critical areas. She doesn't have a plackart to cover her abdominal area, though, but that's not a big issue. She still has her vibrant purple skirt with a pink star, like the one on her geode, but the skirt has a large blue cloth draping over the front with six different colored gemstones in a circular pattern.

There is one small problem, however.

"Why the hell are my breasts so big?!" she shouts in surprise.

Everyone glances at her bosom, which has grown from meek C-cups to stunning Double D-cups with a little bit of cleavage showing. She grasps her round breastplate and begins to jiggle them around, watching her bosom bounce like purple jello. She blushes in embarrassment as soon as she notices everyone else staring at her playing with herself.

"P-please stop staring," she mumbles as she tries to cover up the exposed cleavage. "Why are my boobs so big, Alo?"

The ball of light flutters motionless in the air, breathing heavily as if it's trying to get a peek at her voluptuous breasts.

"ALO!"

The guide returns to the real world and clears its nonexistent throat before reassuring Twilight, regarding her predicament.

"Uh, in order to be fully immersed in the world, which is a sex game, the characters have to be designed accordingly to their chosen class, gender, and body type in a...lewd manner. For you, your pitiful C-cups grew into a pair of juicy Double D-cups. Mmmm..."

"Darling, you look absolutely stunning!" Rarity gasps with excitement. "Forget about your amazing bosom for a second and focus on the outfit. How do you feel?"

Twilight decided to find out by moving around a bit to get the feel of the armor. Besides the annoying clanking of metal against metal, the outfit feels fine; the joints move fluidly, it's not hard to run in, and it's flexible enough to move in every which way.

"It, uh, feels fine," Twilight admits. "A little tight though."

Alo watches Twilight from the sidelines as her breasts jiggle a little bit with every move she makes. He can't keep his nonexistent eyes off of those sweet melons. If only he had a body, then he would be able to properly grasp those juicy globes.

"Yeah, looks great too," he mumbles. "Uh, why don't you try using your sword and shield? Get to feel the new weapon you'll be taking into combat soon."

Twilight looks down at her left hip and sees the leather-wrapped hilt of her sword with the blade resting snuggly in a golden sheath. She grabs the hilt and yanks the slumbering sword, awakening it for battle. It feels light in her grasp like she's holding a twig. As she swings it around, it moves fluidly and gracefully but with great power in every swing.

"This is amazing!" she exclaims in wonder.

"Alright, who's next?" Alo beckons.

Without waiting for anyone else, Rarity barges through the group with a gleeful grin on her face. "I call next!"

She rushes over to the screen and looks over the leftover options. The "knight" option has darkened, making it unavailable to select.

'...I don't need anything fancy for combat, but fancy would be nice. If I'm saving the world, what class would be the best option?'

Making her decision, she taps the "mage" option. A purple aura envelopes her as pieces of glittering cloth are sewn together around her figure. The light fades away, revealing Rarity's new, stylish clothes.

Just like Twilight, she has her pony features from when she transforms. A blue horn similar to Twilight's rests upon her head. Her shirt is replaced by a light blue bra with glittery purple edges. It barely covers her D-cup breasts, revealing a larger amount of cleavage than Twilight, however, she doesn't seem to mind; Rarity jiggles her bust as she giggles at their beautiful size and shape. Her waist is slightly covered by a small, purple skirt with blue diamonds along the beltline. In the back, the skirt covers her thighs, while in the front, there is a wide gap that reveals her crotch. Luckily, a pair of light blue pants cover the secret chamber from prying eyes. A pair of purple gloves and boots complete her outfit to a T.

She twirls around to let everyone else gander at her majestic beauty, while also letting the wind raise her skirt up a bit higher to reveal a bit more of her crotch.

"It's absolutely lovely, although a little tight," Rarity says. "So, what can the mage do?"

She looks to Alo for answers, but once again, he's gawking at her gorgeous breasts.

"Oh, like what you see?" Rarity asks in a seductive tone. The little ball bobs to gesture a nod. "Well, maybe once we're through with the introductions, I can show you a bit more of what I'm packing."

She pulls the straps of her bra forward and lets them go, causing them to smack her breasts with a loud SNAP. She releases an erotic moan as she clutches her sensitive bosom, feeling them tingle with joy from the sudden sensation.

The guide can't help but jitter around in place as it thinks about all the ways it could have fun with these girls. So many possibilities and so many lewd encounters to witness on their journey; Alo's going to enjoy this ride to the fullest. The girls, on the other hand, are surprised by Rarity's lustful behavior. However, their speculations are immediately thrown out the window once they notice Rarity beginning to chuckle, which turn into crazed laughter, catching the girls and Alo by surprise.

“You can’t honestly believe I’d actually let you have your way with me?" Rarity asks as she tries to suppress her laughter. "That’d be absurd! Oh, in your dreams, you dirty fairy.”

The rest of the girls giggle at Alo’s crushed dreams as he floats silently in midair. The guide takes a sharp inhale through his nonexistent nose and deeply exhales through his nonexistent mouth before continuing on with the rest of the upcoming warriors.

"Alright, what does everyone else want?" the fairy asks in a stressfully calm tone.

"Wait a minute," Rarity interjects, "you didn't explain to me what the mage can do."

"For fuck’s sake, do I have to explain it?" Alo asks in annoyance. "It's pretty obvious, don't you think? You can cast offensive, defensive, and supportive spells from the spellbook on your hip."

Rarity looks down on the right side of her hip to see a small brown satchel tied around her waist. She undoes the latches and pulls out a thick, mint-green grimoire with a rose-red diamond in the middle. She flips through it to see what sort of mind-blowing spells she can cast, but to her surprise, the pages are all blank except for the first two—a basic wind spell and a defense spell.

“There’s barely anything in here," she complains. "Where are the rest of the spells?”

Alo exhales an aggravated sigh and shakes its body as if it were its head. “You can upgrade and earn more spells when you level up. Now, does anyone else want to go?”

The rest of the girls remain hesitant about this experience. Of course, they'll be able to fight vicious baddies and use awesome weapons and magic, but is it really worth losing their dignity by partially exposing their breasts? Besides, in a lewd game, it's possible they'll end up being raped by a vast number of people and an assortment of wild animals. Is this really the risk they wish to take just to have an adventure?

"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie Pie sings with glee. "My turn!"

Everyone watches in bafflement as Pinkie shamelessly skips over to the class selection spreadsheet. She doesn't even think about which class she wants; all she did is pick a random one without even looking. A vibrant pink ribbon twirls around her, wrapping every inch of her body from the highest strand of hair to the tips of her boots, enveloping her in a pink cocoon. A brilliant light peeks out from the small gaps within the seams as it begins to expand, finally exploding to give Pinkie her dramatic entrance.

Her body is partially covered by pale lilac lingerie that exposes her plump bosom while her legs are covered by sapphire-blue boots. A blue and pink coat and jester's hat make her look like mixed cotton candy; with candy being the perfect theme for hyperactive Pinkie. She has a small wooden lute strapped to her thigh and a silver flute strapped to the other. Judging by her appearance and items, she chose the bard.

"Ooh, looks like I chose the music one!" she chimes with glee.

She unstraps the lute from her waist and begins to strum away, creating a beautiful, energetic song that enraptures everyone in the area. The girls and Alo become mindless zombies to Pinkie's enchanting music, unable to break free from her grasp as she plays. Pinkie takes notice of this, and instead of stopping, she strums vigorously, causing everyone else to dance a variety of forms, from polkas to ballets to square dancing. Pinkie plucks the last few strings of her song and ends everyone's suffering, allowing the girls and Alo, to collapse on the invisible ground, panting and gasping for air.

"That was so much fun! Wasn't that fun?" Pinkie asks, disregarding everyone's gasps for air. "I hope I get to use this a lot in the game!"

As everyone slowly gets back up, Alo proceeds to give the new bard her class information. "Yeah, fun. So, the bard has AOE abilities; you can control your enemies to let your team members get a shot in or you can force your foes to fight each other if you want. You can easily cause friendly fire to your own team if you're not careful, just like now. Please try to refrain from using it recklessly."

Pinkie gives the floating ball a cheerful salute, promising to abide by its demands, but something tells him she's not going to keep that promise.

"I'm next," Rainbow Dash claims as she makes her way over to the screen.

She looks over at the few remaining choices with dissatisfaction. Most of the good choices are already taken, and the only ones left are either ones she knows suck or she doesn't know what they do.

"Hey, Alo." The fairy flies over to Dash, ready to answer any questions about one of the choices. "What does the rogue do?"

"Ah, so glad you asked," Alo says. "The rogues act like spies, focusing on stealth and dwell within the shadows. They're lightning fast with their daggers and are really good at accessing secret passages and tunnels whenever you enter a dungeon."

The rogue's description pokes at Rainbow's interests. It seems like a good choice and looking at the other units, they seem way out of her comfort zone; the druid, for example, seems like something Fluttershy would be comfortable with. She taps her choice and a dark shroud envelops her, obscuring her in a dark cocoon. It doesn't take long for the shadow to disperse and reveal Rainbow Dash's stunning new outfit.

She has a light blue robe with gold lightning bolts streaking the sides and sleeves. Dark blue armor pieces shield her shoulders, forearms, B-cup breasts, and shins, keeping her abdominal area exposed despite some small bit of protection from her pink and white shirt. Her legs are also guarded by charcoal-black pants that seem to constrict her flesh, revealing the gorgeous thickness of her calves and thighs.

Rainbow tries to stretch the pants so that her legs can get a little breathing room, but the fabric is unwilling to change its elasticity for her. As she is doing this, she notices one of her shin guards is a little loose and decides to bend over to fix it. As if by coincidence, a strong gust of wind blows behind her, lifting her robe up to reveal her expanded rear. Rainbow pulls it back down and glares at Alo with burning cheeks, who tries his best to hide his innocence by fluttering in the opposite direction.

"You try that again, you perv, and see what happens!" she barks. She raises two curved silver daggers from the sheaths on her hips and points them at the filthy fairy.

"Hey, can you blame a guy, for not having any sexual activity for centuries?" Alo barks back. "I've been semi-dead for a while, and all I can do now is view a little cleavage, maybe some cameltoe, and a little juicy derrière every once in a while. Is that too much to ask?"

The girls scowl at him but can't help but feel a little pity for him. Being trapped in a video game for centuries with no one to talk to, no one to interact with at all, especially for intimacy as a lonely soul can be pretty depressing. To everyone's surprise, Fluttershy approaches the guide and rests a caring hand on his glowing body. She smiles at him as she pulls him in for a hug, smothering him in her chest.

“Oh, you poor thing, living all alone in this game with no one else to talk to must be pretty sad.”

Once again, Alo begins to breathe heavily as his little body is squeezed between Fluttershy’s voluptuous, cloud-like breasts. He giggles a bit like a drunkard, but Fluttershy either doesn’t care or didn’t hear him, she just hugs him tighter.

“Oh yeah, I can live like this for all eternity,” Alo sighs with gratification. "But, unfortunately, you still have to choose your class. For your kind personality and awesome tits, I'd say you'd look great as a druid. Waddaya say?"

Fluttershy lets go of the fairy and proceeds to touch the "druid" option on the spreadsheet. Vines rise from the ground and bloom with blazing red rocktrumpet flowers that spray a semi-transparent pink mist that shrouds Fluttershy's naked figure from prying eyes. Though they can barely see her silhouette, they can see her clothes being stripped off and a new set is added in their place.

The shroud slowly dissipates to reveal the new druid of the party. Her outfit is mostly comprised of fresh green grass and leaves; the normal attire for druids, since they are servants to nature. Her body is partially covered by a short leaf tunic that exposes her belly—as a unit that doesn't venture into the front lines, this would be considered proper apparel. A dress composed of large leaves covers her hips and private parts from certain fairies, while her legs are covered in green stockings and boots. Markings that represent green vines are either painted or tattooed onto her body and limbs, further expressing her role as a servant to Mother Nature.

"Oh, my, this looks lovely," Fluttershy says as she looks herself over.

She feels the almost leaf-like texture of her clothes and the markings along her arms, taking in her strange new appearance.

Alo appears next to her, looking her over with his nonexistent, thirsty eyes. "It looks hot, you mean. The druid is a disciple of nature and thus can use a lot of attacks based on plants, weather, and animals, or cast powerful healing spells with your staff. Just reach out your hand and it'll appear before you."

Fluttershy does as instructed and reaches her hand out, small leaves and twigs appear out of nowhere and collect together to form a four-foot-tall staff in her grasp. It looks like a well-carved branch with a small semi-circle at the very top that holds a mystical pink jewel, similar to the butterfly in her necklace.

"Well, why not give it a whirl?" Alo suggests.

Before Fluttershy can cast a spell, she looks at her weapon with hesitation. "I'd love to, but I'd rather not try anything out now. I don't want to hurt anyone in this small space, like *ahem* someone."

Before Alo could comply to her request, Applejack goes ahead and barges through the group to select her class.

"Alright, outa my way, it's my turn. Just wanna get this over with and out of the way already.”

She chooses a random option and waits for her uniform. Her clothes glow a brilliant orange aura that grows brighter and brighter, blinding everyone from witnessing Applejack's transformation. The light recedes, finally allowing everyone to gawk at her new outfit.

She has a more rebellious, western look than the regular fantasy-style the rest of her friends have. A tawny-brown jacket with light-brown cuffs and shoulder pads. protects her arms and body. A crimson chest plate covers her C-cup bosom and callous red gloves cover her hands. Her legs are protected by dark blue jeans and country-style dark caramel boots with a red-rimmed bottom and collar. A trusty six-gun slumbers in the holster on her right hip, ready to blast away any foes that cross her path, once awakened.

"I'm not gonna try anything with you, ma'am," Alo states as he slowly puts some distance between him and AJ. "I'm not gonna risk having by wings blown off for a peek at your butt. But I will stare at your luscious boobies if that's okay?"

The only response the cowgirl provides is the barrel of her pistol aimed directly at the fairy's glowing body. She glares at him with disgust and malice. She can't read Alo's expression, but she can see him clearly shaking in fear like a leaf.

"You even look at mah cleavage, I promise you, I will use you as target practice," she threatens.

"Well, you got that right," Alo replies, still trembling. "Gunslingers have excellent accuracy and are very skilled marksmen and women. They are very agile and very versatile in their arsenal of guns and bows, they can use a sniper from a mile away and reduce recoil when firing from any weapon."

"Well, that's mighty interestin'," Applejack states. "How 'bout I test my accuracy now?" She gently squeezes the trigger, causing the ball of light to cower behind Twilight.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" she shouts in fear. "I'm not taking a bullet for you, get away from me!" She tries to pull the cowering fairy from behind her, but it wraps its mystical wings tightly around her waist.

Twilight looks up at Applejack to see her putting the gun away and smirking at the fairy. "Gotcha ya little varmint. Don't try any more of that horny crap again because I won't hesitate next time."

Alo slowly flutters away and approaches Sunset Shimmer as she walks up to the screen to choose the last available option: the dark mage. She hesitates on this choice, familiar with the class's reputation.

"I see you're pretty hesitant on this one," Alo says. "You should be, as the dark mage is a powerful yet sinister class to become. It can cast powerful spells far more aggressive than the regular mage, but if things get tough, you may be forced to use dark magic to solve your problems. Every time you use a dark spell, you gain something called 'Corruption', which slowly builds up after each spell cast.

"Sorry to tell you this, but there are no more options to choose from. You can either take it or leave it. If you choose the latter, you'll just spawn in the world as a normal teenage girl with no attributes or skills or anything special to help you in your temporary home."

Sunset swallows a lump of anxiety lodged in her throat and feels it splash in her stomach like a bath bomb, spreading fear throughout her body. She remembers when she was corrupted by Princess Twilight's crown back when she ruled Canterlot High with an iron fist. Now reformed, she must create a new life as a character that can revert her back to the demon she once was. It's risky, but she has to be able to help her friends, no matter the cost.

She willingly taps the selection and watches as a small ring of individual flames form around her feet, dancing ceremoniously before erupting into a flaming tornado in the blink of an eye. She doesn't feel any heat as if she's accustomed to the violent inferno. She watches as the flames engulf her clothes, forming new ones in their stead. The blaze disperses, sending bits of embers flying in all direction, but doesn't manage to hit anyone.

Her clothes are a lot darker and more ominous than the other girls' outfits. A red horn rests upon her head just like with Twilight and Rarity. She has a charcoal robe with a short black tank top underneath, revealing her smooth midriff. The robe has some unique patterns along the sides that seem similar to the sun geode on her necklace. Her legs are protected by thick, black leather pants and charcoal boots with red collars. All in all, her dark outfit looks terrifying, even causing Alo to back away a little bit out of fear.

"Alright, good. Just keeping my distance because, you know, dark mages and their extra powerful magic," he says. "Your spellbook contains all of your normal and dark spells, and don't take it out now, please!"

Sunset attempts to reach for her book to see what spells she has but complies with Alo's fearful demand.

"Now..." He looks at each of the girls with their brand new outfits, trying to hide his lustful feelings, "...you all are ready to take part in your new adventure in your new temporary home of Emacula!"

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie cheer with an excited "Yes" while the rest of the girls mutter discomforted "Yay's".

"Shouldn't we have some simple combat training first?" Twilight asks. "We're just going to blindly jump into this place without knowing how to wield our weapons and powers? What if we lose the moment we drop down?"

"Don't worry about it," Alo replies nonchalantly, shrugging off Twilight's worry. "Your class skills are already embedded in your minds, allowing you to understand how to work your new abilities. Now, without further ado, let's enter the Kingdom of Emacula!"

He vibrates, somehow conjuring a blue portal with an endless void. He stands next to it and tilts towards it, gesturing for the girls to hurry up and enter. Everyone gives each other another look of uncertainty before finally stepping through the passage and into their adventure.

Impekka

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As the party exits the portal on the other side, they marvel at the grand landscape before them. The sun beams down through the cloudless sky onto a palette of luscious trees that paint the land in a rainbow of colors. Flowers of varying species cover the land, enticing gentle butterflies and hummingbirds, along with busy bees to partake in their sweet nectar, while shiftily planting their pollen for distribution. A crystal-clear river cuts through the field in a serpentine motion, emptying out into a nearby roaring waterfall. Deer, mallards, rabbits, and geese all share the same river, lapping up its cool, quenching essence.

"This is beautiful!" Fluttershy squeals in awe. Everyone watches as she slowly walks from the group, entranced by the breathtaking scenery. "The colorful trees, the majestic animals, and the clear atmosphere is paradise!"

She dances and twirls through the field in amorous joy as everyone watches her in bewilderment. As she does a small twirl, the hem of her skirt picks up, revealing a fresh pair of pink panties covering her juicy rear. The rest of the girls glance over at Alo floating in their midst, breathing heavily once again as he watches the show.

"So, Alo," Twilight says, grabbing the guide out of his trance, "where do we go from here?"

"Well, I suppose you should learn how to search yourselves for your stats and all that," he says. "But we should head over to the nearest town before we get swarmed by beasts. Those little gems on your necklaces have magical properties, right? Just touch them and they should pull up your menus."

The girls do as they're told and simply tap their geodes, projecting different colored screens in front of them corresponding to their geode color. All of their statistics, from combat and defense power to attack speed, strengths, and weakness are displayed on these small screens. At the bottom of the menu are their health, lust, and mana bars—red, pink, and green respectively. At the top right of their screens is their inventory and to the far left of that are their quests.

For Sunset, her screen is off by one small detail. There is a thin black bar beneath her mana, labeled, Ĉ̷͇̝̼̫̆̀̕Ö̵̡̪̬̬Ṟ̴̑̓͊̕R̸̟̙̀̇Ủ̶͓̱̻̂ͅṖ̸̢̖̭̕T̶̬̺͚͕̉̿Ȋ̶͉̖O̶̪̊N̵̡̯͂̀̌̑. A small question mark floating off to the side catches her attention. She presses it, allowing a small text bubble to pop up with a small description pertaining to the bar:

Ĉ̷͇̝̼̫̆̀̕Ö̵̡̪̬̬Ṟ̴̑̓͊̕R̸̟̙̀̇Ủ̶͓̱̻̂ͅṖ̸̢̖̭̕T̶̬̺͚͕̉̿Ȋ̶͉̖O̶̪̊N̵̡̯͂̀̌̑ is accumulated when a dark mage performs dark magic against their foes. The more dark spells cast, the higher the bar grows. The player will start to notice significant physical and mental changes once the bar has hit 25%. Once the bar has reached 100% the player will undergo full metamorphosis with very little chance of reverting back to their original form. The bar increases by a certain percentage for each spell. The bar will decrease by 10% for each passing day.

Sunset swallows a lump lodged in her throat and feels it splash in her gut as she re-reads the information. A cold shiver crawls up her spine as she can just imagine what would happen if the bar filled up to one hundred percent.

"Say, Alo," Twilight says as she looks at her screen. "What exactly is this 'lust' bar?"

"Yeah...about that. Whenever you witness a sexual event or have sex, this bar will increase. You'll feel hornier with each percentage it goes up and the only ways to make it go down is to go to a rest stop in a village and alleviate it, drink a potion, or...masturbate. If it fills up, you'll remain immobile for a while until you can lower it."

The girls stare at their guide with shock and disgust. Alo can tell they want to strangle him but without his help, they'll never get out of this place alive.

"I mean, masturbating is fun and all," Rainbow says, turning everyone's eyes over to her, "but to lower our lust is a little weird, doncha think?"

"It's a sex game," Alo blatantly replies. "What else did you expect? Let's just start the adventure. Open up the quest tab and start your journey."

Twilight reaches out to touch the "quest" button on her screen, pulling up a single main objective: Get to Impekka.

"What the heck is Impekka?" Twilight asks, looking to Alo for clarification.

"You'll find out soon enough," he replies. "Just tap on it and it'll automatically pull up a path for you to follow to get to your desired location."

Twilight taps the quest and a glowing arrow strip lights up on the ground, slithering through the grass and takes a sharp turn around some trees and moves up the river. Without hesitating, the girls follow the path, but Rainbow Dash stops to try and get Fluttershy's attention from her new woodland friends. She looks over at her friend to see her still frolicking in the grass.

"Fluttershy! Let's—!"

She suddenly freezes as she catches a glimpse at her friend's pretty pink panties fully exposed beneath her short grass skirt. Fluttershy squats in the river as she plays with the ducks, splashing water everywhere and moistening her undergarments, revealing a little bit of her crevice. Rainbow's body begins to heat up as a strange feeling overcomes her whilst witnessing this lewd scene.

Fortunately, the thought of the adventure pulls her from her entranced mind, allowing her to call out for her friend once more. "Fluttershy! Let's go already!"

Fluttershy turns over to look at her friend with an overly-cheery smile. As she skips over to Rainbow Dash, her smile slowly fades as she notices everyone else is gone.

"Where did everyone go?" she asks with worry. "We haven't been separated, have we?"

Rainbow averts her gaze from her friend, feeling a little uncomfortable at what she saw. The strange feeling just won't go away, and for some reason, it's even worse when she's standing right next to her.

"They, uh, already left for the quest," she replies, trying her best to hide her uneasiness. "Just follow me and we can try to catch up to them, 'kay?"

Fluttershy nods as Rainbow Dash opens up her menu and selects the quest to venture to Impekka. The two run off, hoping to catch up to the rest of the group before something exciting happens.

As the rest of the party follows the marked out path, the area around them starts to grow a little darker with each step. The clouds begin to clump together to form dark nimbostratus that seem to blot out the sun, preventing nearly any source of light from guiding their path. They can still identify each other's faces but can't seem to tell what they might run into, even with the lit-up arrows directing them.

"Hey, little fairy," Applejack calls out through the darkness, "what the heck is goin' on with the clouds?"

"I think now would be a good time to test out your abilities, girls," he responds anxiously.

Before anyone could inquire him further about what he's talking about, a loud growl emanates from the dense forest to their left. Everyone freezes in their tracks as they hear the rustling of trees and bushes emanating from the forest. Crippling fear clutches their hearts, paralyzing them on the spot, preventing them from grabbing their weapons to defend themselves or even to run away.

Out of the shadows of the forest, a purple beast slowly emerges, limping towards the terrified group.

The horn crowns on Twilight, Rarity, and Sunset’s heads begin to send painful pulses through their skulls as if they’ve become part of their bodies. Their brains feel like they’re about to split from the stabbing pain coursing through them. They look in terror as a dark magical aura floods the area around them as it emanates off of the beast. Its stench is unbearable, like rotten meat mixed with something acidic.

Rarity however feels less comfortable about its appearance, rather than its violent aura. It looks similar to a human but with more grotesque and monstrous features.

Its hair is made up of bony black spikes protruding from its temple, representing horns or sharp quills. The eyes are just holes with glowing purple voids that feel as if they are staring right into the girls' fearful souls. Its mouth is hung open, exposing jagged teeth as sharp as steel daggers and as long as arrowheads. It froths at the mouth, dribbling a thick purple substance that withers the plants and foliage around it, placing it in its own barrier of death.

Its body is almost deformed with small cracks coursing through its body like dry earth, radiating bright purple light from the fissures. Hands with steak-knife claws are extended and unsheathed, ready to slice away at its preys' flesh, while its feet have unsheathed talons that will keep its traction as it runs.

Still, in the clutches of fear, the girls slowly step away from the monster but it follows their path and takes a large step towards them, its sinister atmosphere reaching out to them.

The sound of the rushing river manages to drag Twilight out of her fearful daze, forcing her to look back at how close they are to falling into the now violently raging river. She looks back at the monster slowly approaching them and slowly pulls out her sword in her quaking hands.

'What the hell am I supposed to do? she wonders. 'I have no combat experience, no backup because everyone is petrified, and Alo isn't even attempting to give us any pointers.' As the beast slowly approaches her, another thought comes to her mind. 'If I can't do anything, then my friends will only suffer the same fate as me. I can't let that happen!'

A new feeling of courage overtakes her and drowns out the fear in her heart. She takes a deep breath to calm her spirit and let the fear drain from her body. She stands her ground as she glares at the beast, her blood boiling with anger and her heart beating with adrenaline.

Twilight suddenly charges at the monster as she screams a random battle cry and her sword is reared back for a heavy blow. Everyone else snaps from their daze as they watch their friend run recklessly towards the beast.

The monster rushes at her as well in a blind rage, quickly closing the gap between them. The sound of its feet crashing down on the earth with every step feels like a thunderous earthquake, while it sounds like roaring war drums. Its stench becomes even more unbearable as Twilight nears the horrifying figure, but doesn't let it obstruct her from her objective. Its frenzied eyes have her in its sights, locked on and ready to tear into her.

The beast extends its arms, claws unsheathed, to swipe away at Twilight's flesh. The warrior's heart begins to race even faster, pumping more blood into her desperate muscles for a swift attack as she is now only a few feet away from the monster.

As the beast closes its arms together to catch Twilight in its grasp, it misses as she slides underneath the incoming attack and extends her sword out to the side, seamlessly gliding it through the creature's abdomen. The sound of flesh being torn apart and bones being cracked fills Twilight's ears with disgust and comfort as her blade emerges on the other side of the creature's body.

It howls an otherworldly roar of pain as its upper body detaches and falls off, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. It releases one last grunt before going silent, leaving only the roaring river to sing a violent song in its stead

Everyone stays silent in shock, not noticing the dark clouds overhead have disappeared, bringing the sun back out to bless the land in its rich, warm rays. The river has receded and calmed down to a gentle rush as the trees slowly sway in the wind. The atmosphere has cleared up a bit, washing everyone with a sudden rush of relief.

Cool dewdrops of sweat drip down Twilight's face and onto a small patch of dead grass. Her breathing is heavy and worn out from just one simple attack and her body seems to have lost all of its strength. The sword she should be able to hold like a feather, weighs her down like a bag of stones as it digs into the ground, seemingly trying to pull her down into the earth. She collapses to her knees as the adrenaline rush disappears and her body becomes tense and worn out once again.

She looks back in exasperation to see the rest of her friends running to her, some worried while some are simply excited. Sunset Shimmer reaches out and tries her best to pull Twilight up to her feet, but for some reason, she feels like a bag of bricks. She notices the sharp sword still clutched in her friend's hands, the leather hilt digging into her bare flesh. Sunset knocks it away, letting it land on the floor with a loud clank, and finally lifts Twilight up to her feet.

"Are you okay?" she asks. "You could've gotten yourself killed, Twilight."

Twilight takes a gasp of air to clear her head and calm her body from the steep decline in strength before responding to her friend. "If I hadn't done something, we all would've gotten killed."

"That was pretty impressive, Twilight," Alo comments as he appears next to the duo. "Normally, the knight is the quickest to action when it comes to drastic situations, so congratulations on that. Also, it's totally natural for your body to feel a little worn out after your first fight. A bit more practice and a little more experience, and you can start chopping down monsters without breaking a sweat. Speaking of experience..."

He turns around and looks back at the bisected beast on the ground and everyone follows his gaze. The glowing veins have lost their light and its eyes have dimmed into dark voids. The lingering stench it was emanating seems to have disappeared, as if it had never existed in the first place.

The strangest thing about its lying corpse is the fact that there is no blood gushing from its lower or upper half. Where there is supposed to be viscera, muscle and vertebrae, is instead glowing, pixelated particles. The body crumbles into sparkling dust and is pulled toward Twilight like a magnet. She raises her shield to block the incoming particles, but they phase right through. Instead of feeling pain, she feels her joints and muscles being rejuvenated to their prime as if she had taken a perfect night's rest.

"W-what just happened?" she asks bewildered.

She looks at her glowing hands and feels the strength coursing through the fibers in her muscles. She feels like she can crush a small stone within the grasp of her hand if she wanted to.

"I think that's EXP, Twi," Pinkie Pie says. "Ooh, it makes you look all sparkly! I wanna slay some monsters next!”

Everyone stares at the bard for a brief minute, a bit startled by her strange desire. Normally, Pinkie wouldn’t say such things, but in a world where survival and combat means everything, it’s probably going to start altering their mindsets a little bit to conform to this new world.

"Hey guys, wait up!"

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy come running around the sharp turn to see the rest of the party standing around the slowly disappearing corpse.

"Aw, man! Did you guys already kill a monster without me?" Rainbow asks while trying to catch her breath.

Applejack walks over to the crestfallen rogue and rests a gentle hand on her shoulder. Rainbow looks up to see her friend looking down at her with a cocky grin.

"If ya want, we can have a little competition right here and now..." AJ states, her grin growing wider, "...find and exterminate the most of these here varmints before the sun goes down. Whoever wins gets to have the other person be their maid for, say, one week."

"Actually," Alo interjects, "It would be best if you get to town first. This monster was fairly weak for you newbies, but there will be stronger ones that your weapons won't be able to one-shot. So, follow the lit-up path, and let's get to Impekka!"

The two girls mumble annoyed sighs of compliance as they watch Twilight pull up the quest tab on her menu. They eye each other, flames burning bright in their eyes and hearts until either of them puts them out.

The path lights up once more and the party continues on to their new destination with overwhelming confidence.

The town of Impekka seems like a rather large place, from the outside at least. The walls are closely packed, massive wooden pillars that stand at least ten meters high with dangerously spiked tips. Bright red banners cascade down the walls with bold letter "I's" imprinted in a black circle—most likely for Impekka. Fearsome crossbow turrets line every inch of the perimeter with lightly armed troops ready to fire upon any invading forces.

As the girls approach the fortress, an aromatic scent catches their attention. The fragrances of pies, bread, and all sorts of sweet treats seem to be originating from inside the walls; the harmonious sounds of cheering and folk music can be heard as well, causing everyone to look to Pinkie Pie for her reaction.

Her face morphs into an overly-enthusiastic smile while her eyes sparkle with excitement. She charges up to run for the front gates, but Sunset grabs her by the collar of her cloak, holding her back like a rampant dog on a leash.

"Pinkie, we can't just go running off into random territory without having a plan," she claims.

She releases Pinkie from her hold and watches as she sits on the ground like a pouting toddler. "But I want to see the town, NOOOW!"

"Let's just see what we're working with here," Sunset says.

The group walks over to the massive front gates to see a duo of heavily armed guards standing at attention with razor-sharp spears clutched in their hands. Their armor is bulky and shimmering silver along with red feather plumes on top of their helmets. Small slits on their visors provide them with very little visibility, though making them look intimidating. The letters "R" and "G" are branded on either side of their robust chest plates in fancy gold letters. Red loincloths embroidered with gold lions hang between their legs, most likely representing the pride of their town or kingdom.

The party tries its best to smile innocently at the imposing figures as they make their way up to them, though facing such powerful looking characters, even in a game, feels difficult. The guards disregard their smiles and intersect their spears, blocking the party's path.

"State yer business, lasses!" one guard commands in a gruff voice. "Unless yer poor or adventurers, which..." Though his eyes aren't visible, the girls can tell he's looking them over, "...I guess ya'll are, then you can come through."

Alo flutters over to Sunset and gently whispers in her ear. "Psst! Open up your inventory and you should have an 'Adventurer's Card' in there somewhere."

Sunset does as she's told and opens her menu to select the bag icon. A twelve-by-twelve grid pops up with a single paper item in the first slot. She selects it and the item appears in her hands.

"I think this should suffice," she says as she hands the slip of paper to the guards.

One of them takes it and opens it up. He looks between Sunset and the paper until folding it back and handing it back to its owner. Content with the form, the guards move out of the way and signal for the doors to be opened.

With the interior of the town finally exposed, Sunset and her party can finally take in its beauty. Lanterns are strung throughout the town to give it a festive look. Everything from a guild hall, blacksmith, tailor, and other necessary functions in an MMORPG dwells within this town. A building with a cross on top sits near the very back of the town, meaning there must be a religion built into the kingdom.

The scent of fresh pie, bread, fruits, and vegetables fill the air, begging the adventurers to come in and join in on the festivities.

Not only are the buildings and functions diverse, but the citizens are rather unique as well. Humans, demi-humans, beasts, and even demons live and coexist with one another in this fantasy world.

"Alright," Sunset says as she gathers her party's attention, "I guess we gotta find a guild or something, correct?"

"Yup!" Alo responds. "The guild hall is right over there, between the blacksmith and the enchanter's stand."

The girls look ahead to see a large edifice sitting at one end of the town. It looks exactly how they'd envision it to be: red roof, murky stone walls, multicolored banners and streamers, and a large sign hanging in the middle of the gateway that says "ADVENTURER'S GUILD HALL".

"Well that was easy," Twilight says.

The party enter the building to see a much cheerier and livelier setting. Men and women drink mead and heavy alcoholic beverages while enjoying mouthwatering meals. Classic RPG music composed of lutes and flutes bring a merry atmosphere to the establishment.

"Hi there!" a cheery waitress says as she approaches the adventurers. "Are you new in town?"

Sunset takes in the girl's uniform and finds herself beginning to heat up. She's wearing a short maid outfit that exposes a large amount of cleavage. The black and white dress doesn't do well to cover her legs, revealing her succulent thighs. Tight, white thigh-highs cover the lower half of her legs, somehow giving her an even promiscuous appearance.

"Uh, yeah," Sunset replies, trying her best not to look awkward in front of the girl. "We're here to form a guild. Any idea where we go to do that?"

The waitress beams a joyous smile as she points over to a small reception counter. "The lady over there will help you with registration. If you have any questions about anything at all she's your girl. I hope you do well and slay the evil forces plaguing our lands, heroes!"

With that, she waltzes off, taking orders and fulfilling her duties. The adventurers shrug off the strange encounter and head over to the registration counter. The woman in charge seems to be more mature. She has normal clothing like a citizen but, of course, her rack is still impressively large to reveal some cleavage. Blond hair cascades down the back of her neck and to her shoulders. Her mind is heavily engrossed in her work as she types up documents on an old typewriter.

As the adventurer's approach her, she glances up from her device for a brief second before addressing them. "Hi, welcome to the Adventurer's Guild Hall located in Impekka. How may I assist you?" Her tone is still kind and cheery despite focusing on her work.

"We're seven new adventurers hoping to create a guild," Sunset declares. "We were told you could help us?"

The woman moves her typewriter off to the side and pulls out a form and quill. "You'll just have to sign right here," she says, pointing to an open line. "The name of your guild will appear right here." She points to another open line right next to the first. "Just a quick FYI, the cost to form a guild will cost you about thirty gold coins. Cost for a room will be thirty silver coins a night."

Before Sunset can pick up the quill, she taps her geode and opens up her inventory. Where there should be nothing besides her adventurer form, two small pouches of coins rest in a sidebar. A gold pouch contains at least fifty coins while a silver pouch contains three thousand. Selecting the one filled with gold coins, she pours exactly thirty pieces of the shimmering currency onto the table and pushes them towards the registrar.

"I think that'll do," she says. She finally picks up her quill and jots down her name. However, while conjuring names for her guild, nothing seems to spark to mind. "Hey, girls, does anyone have any ideas for guild names?"

"Ooh! Ooh! The Adventurers!" Pinkie shouts.

"A little bland," Sunset cringes.

"Maybe the Canterlot Wondercolts?" Rainbow Dash suggests.

Sunset shakes her head at the school name. "Don't wanna vulgarize the school like that. What else?"

"The Warriors of Harmony?" Twilight says.

Sunset mulls the idea over in her head. In Equestria there are the Elements of Harmony, so this may seem like a homage to the protective artifacts of Sunset's home world. She takes the idea and scribbles it onto the paper, finalizing the form, and hands it back to the registrar.

The woman takes it and analyzes it for a brief minute before setting it into a file cabinet. "Looks like everything is in order," the clerk says. "You can go ahead and head upstairs to choose your rooms. Most of them are open since almost every adventurer that comes in is a wandering nomad."

"Thank you," Sunset says as she proceeds to leave, however, a lingering question holds her back. "I didn't catch your name, ma'am."

The clerk is taken aback by Sunset's words and averts her gaze. "No one's ever really asked for my name before," the clerk says. "Normally people call me 'the registrar' or 'that girl'. My real name is Malisa."

"Thank you for your kindness, Malisa," Sunset says with a warm smile.

With that, the party heads upstairs to search out their rooms. Opening the first door they see the room is rather spacious. The bed has enough space to accommodate all of them—excluding Alo. A small table with a kerosene lamp rests near an window that looks out over the town. The bathroom has three sinks, a toilet, and a single shower stall.

"Finally!" Rarity sighs as she leaps into the plush bed. "I could use some rest after all that walking."

Everyone else rolls their eyes at their finicky friend. "It hasn't even been a whole ten minutes," Applejack states, "and you want to go ahead and nap?"

"Actually, Rarity has a point in this situation," Sunset claims, causing all eyes to look at her with puzzlement. "We don't know what we're going to encounter in this world, so I suggest a few of us scout out this town and find out more about the facilities and people while the rest of us relax."

The rest of the girls nod in compliance with Sunset's plan but the sound of growling stomachs divert their plans.

"Maybe we can focus on getting something to eat first," Fluttershy says.

Slimes

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"Alright, we've got the report on the town," Sunset says as she lays down a few sheets of paper on the table near the window. "We've got a blacksmith to forge and upgrade weapons, a shrine to help us with our 'lust' meter, and there is a tailor that we can purchase clothes from, but they're more like skins."

"We also found an alchemist for buying potions and stuff," Twilight adds. "The guild hall has a fast travel function to help us get to places faster, so that's convenient. There is a spa we can enter if we want to alleviate our 'lust' meter in a more...relaxing way."

"That's all we found around town that's of actual importance for us," Sunset says as she leans back in her seat. "What we need to focus on now is finding job requests and earning some cash and experience points so we can get stronger."

"Oh, we're way ahead of you," Rainbow Dash says as she and Applejack pull out four different job requests. "These are all the rookie stuff for people levels one to five."

Sunset takes one request form and looks it over. "Slime Slaughter in the Holy Plains. That does sound interesting and simple enough." Before she chooses the option, Sunset reads the description of the request. "Local farmers need help killing off horde of fifteen slimes from destroying crops and livestock. Reward will be substantial. Sounds like a decent job."

"Hey now," Applejack interjects, "don't forget to read the lil footnote. Says right here that a mage or a gunslinger is best to kill these varmints. Anyone with a sword ain't gonna cut it—no pun intended."

Curious, Sunset continues reading the pamphlet. "Only mages and gunslingers...no swords or blades...multiply if cut in half...must be burned and/or have center crystal destroyed. Yup, that's true. Though, I wish we could all go out and farm experience points together."

"That won't be a problem," Alo says as he flutters over to Sunset. "Now that you're in a guild, you have EXP share activated. Whenever any of you kill a monster, your EXP will be distributed between members. For example, if one of you kills a monster worth forty experience points, those of you who do not take part in the same mission will only receive half of the points—so twenty."

"That's...decent. Though, earning half points is barely enough to get by." Sunset says. "We should probably see how this goes first before we start sending people off to do quests. Rarity and Applejack, let's go. Fluttershy, do you want to...?" The druid of the party steps back in anxiety, giving everyone her clear answer. "Right... Let's go ahead and start this one."

"You should talk to Malisa to call dibs on the quest," Alo suggests. "It's an appropriate way to make sure you get first call on the quest before anyone else.

Sunset nods in compliance and the selected party members follow her out the room.

"You know, I wish Alo could have come with us to help us get used to our abilities," Sunset grumbles as she and her current party head to their destination.

"Darling, he said we will learn our abilities automatically," Rarity replies. "Besides, he's going to help the others learn more about the quaint little town and its people."

Sunset rolls her eyes and continues on with the journey.

The Holy Plains is a vast open field with small critters scurrying around the tranquil area. Looking out into the distance, Sunset can see a small wooden house and a red barn built right on op of a hill, overlooking the field. In the crop fields, food is ready for harvest. A lone farmer sits on a swaying rocking chair on the porch of the house, looking out into his field without a care in the world.

"Excuse me, sir," Sunset Shimmer says as she and her current party approach the man, "are you the one who put in a request to slaughter some slimes?"

The farmer, an wrinkly old man, glances over at the dark mage with a blank expression. "Sure am, miss," he replies in a thick country accent. "The name's Farmer Alabaster, but mah friends call me Al."

"Well, Al," Applejack says as she approaches him, "we're here to get rid of them varmints for ya. Where are they?"

Before answering the gunslinger's question, Al looks down at his wristwatch and gives a painful sigh. "They'll be comin' down in a few seconds. Damn bastards always movin' in hordes at around five-thirty in the evenin', every damn day. I would bash 'n shoot 'em but mah eyes ain't what they used ta be, so I always miss the little gem in their squishy bodies."

"Well, that's why we're here for you sir," Rarity says with a curtsy. "We'll get rid of them for you without breaking a sweat."

Sunset and Applejack shoot her a skeptical look but are thankful for her determination, even if it's a little too optimistic.

"Thank you, girls," Al replies with a wrinkly smile. "I hope after this horde is wiped out, the rest of 'em will leave me alone." Al looks back down at his watch and looks over to the side with a grim expression. "They're a comin'."

The girls follow his line of sight to see a small group of slimes bouncing out of a forest and towards the field of fresh crops. Each one is varying in size and color. However, the only thing similar about each of them is the fact that there are small gems within their transparent bodies.

Applejack coolly unholsters her rifle from her back and kneels to get a good sight of the center of one of the slimes. Her eyes track the position of the gem, keeping it in the sight of her scope at all times. She steadies her breathing and rests the butt of her weapon against her shoulder, and eye just behind the lens of the scope. Her finger grazes the trigger, itching to take out her target, but bides her time to find the perfect opening. Finding the gap between her exhales and inhales, she squeezes the trigger, letting the bullet out of the chamber. The projectile penetrates the slime's soft flesh and shatters the gem, letting the creature's body explode into chunks.

"Not so hard," the sharpshooter claims. She readies her rifle again and shatters another gem. Then another, and another.

Sunset and Rarity look at each other and shrug their shoulders as they charge towards the horde of slimes. Their spell books emerge from their holsters and levitate in front of them, turning to their desired spells.

"WIND MAGIC: TORNADO ERUPTION," Rarity cries. Before her, a tornado sprouts from the ground, collecting a large cluster of slimes into its destructive funnel. "Now, Sunset!"

The dark mage opens her spell book and flips it over to a simple fire spell. "Okay, good," she sighs in relief. "No dark spells so far." She channels mana from the atmosphere into the palms of her hands, creating a raging ball of fire between them. "FIRE MAGIC: INCINERATING CANNON BALL!"

The ball of fire launches from her hands and into the tornado, causing it to burst into flames and disintegrate the slimes within. The stench of brimstone and ash fill the air as the slimes burn to death, igniting the flames in a rainbow of colors. As the tornado dissipates back into the atmosphere, the gems that were once within the slimes fall to the ground, motionless, and unusable. Without wasting time, however, Sunset casts the same fire spell and shatters the gems for good.

"That seems like an easy method," Sunset says. "Keep doing that, Rarity. Soon, we'll get rid of these things and collect plenty of EXP to get stronger."

As she says this, a large glistening cluster of experience points gravitates towards Sunset, providing her with a substantial level boost. She watches as Rarity also begins to glow in a vibrant green light, which disappears as quickly as it came.

"I suddenly feel a lot stronger," the mage says, looking herself over. She looks at the bottom-left corner of her HUD to see her level has been raised quite substantially. "Oh, I've definitely gotten much stronger."

"We can focus on that later," Sunset commands. "Right now, let's get rid of these things."

Opening up her spell book once again, Sunset flips to a new page containing a new spell that wasn't there before. Curious of its abilities, the dark mage extends her hands and speaks the spell.

"WEAPON SUMMON: BLOODHOUND ARROWS!"

A set of five arrows summon in front of her hands and launch like missiles towards the slimes. They follow the path of their prey, tearing into their flesh, and shattering the gems in their bodies. Each arrow finds its prey like wolves on the hunt: relentless and unwavering. Even when the slimes try to evade, the arrows always turn back and strike the target.

"Sunset, behind you!" Rarity shouts.

Sunset Shimmer looks back to see a large, red slime looming over her. She tries to conjure a spell, but her lips don't move fast enough, and is devoured in a wave of red. She looks over at Rarity to see her struggling to fight off a few slimes herself, but with her limited spells, she can't fight back, and is easily overwhelmed.

Resting in the slime's translucent body, Sunset feels calm and serene as if she's drifting in a cool lake. Surprisingly, the body of the slime doesn't sting her eyes or clog her airways like a normal liquid. She rests as her body is enveloped in the cool, calming bliss.

Her peace is suddenly shattered by something rubbing against her loins. She looks down to see a small tentacle teasing her crotch as if it's wanting to bury itself inside her. Reason and awareness surge back into Sunset's mind as she tries to pull the thick tendril away from her privates. Two more slimy tentacles pull her arms away from the one teasing her slit while another pair pull her legs apart to let the first tentacle get into her pants.

Sunset tries to scream but her voice is drowned in the slime's viscous body. Taking her by surprise, another tentacle penetrates her agape mouth, trying to act like an actual cock. Her pants and armor are torn apart, revealing her puffy pussy and bodacious breasts to the cool fluids.

As violently as Sunset tries to resist the advances of the creature, something overcomes her desire for survival. A warm feeling floods her body, driving out thoughts of escape, and blurs her mind with desire and wanton. She can feel her limbs going limp as her heart is suddenly overcome with lust.

Sunset can feel the slime accept her willingness and releases its constricting hold upon her, allowing her to satisfy her lustful hunger. Greedily, she grabs the tendril in her warm maw with one hand and begins to stroke it like a dick. At the same time, she uses her other hand to spread open her moist, burning labia to allow passage to a second thirsting tentacle, letting it shatter her hymen and steal her virginity. Without warning or permission, a third tentacle penetrates her ass. Though slightly uncomfortable, the aphrodisiac and the tendril's slimy secretions provide enough comfort for it to gently pass through her anal cavity.

With all of her holes filled to the brim with cock-like tentacles, Sunset feels like she's in heaven. Every orifice gets plundered, filling her with something she'd never thought she'd get to experience in her life. Her heart races and her breathing is uneven and gagged. Her body convulses as the tentacles below her dig deeper, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. Her mind goes blank with pleasure; the only thoughts running through her brain are ways to satisfy the creature taking hold of her.

Wanting to please her paramour, Sunset gets to work in helping the creature achieve orgasm—if slimes can feel such rapturous feelings. She bobs her head back and forth, taking in as much of the tentacle down her throat as possible—though it forces its way into her esophagus without any assistance—combining her saliva with its jelly-like fluids. Her hands work in unison with her maw, making sure to squeeze out as much of its seed as possible—if slimes have any that is.

The taste of the creature's tentacle is sweet like cherries and strawberries. The slimy substance dripping from it is sticky like raw honey, getting into her blazing hair and beneath the few bits of cloth and armor still clinging to her flesh. Feeling it around her fingers, it feels thick like rubber but slick and smooth. Somehow, she can feel veins lining the tendril as if its trying to mimic a phallus in every way possible.

The creature releases a gurgle of excitement as Sunset increases her lustful vigor. She smiles, pleased to know the creature is enjoying his new fucktoy. She doesn't know if its the aphrodisiac or if she's truly given into the nonconsensual copulation, but she wants more. She doesn't care what happens in the outside world as long as she gets to get fucked by the creature for all eternity. Even if it doesn't love her back, she doesn't care, as she lives to serve it for its pleasures.

To further coax it to climax, the horny mage tightens her anal and vaginal walls around the tentacles while passionately stroking and moaning around the cock in her mouth. It shudders with delight as it forces its way into her. Even when being taken over by rapturous lust, Sunset notices how much experience she's gained in the way of sex. She'd never considered such intricate tongue twirling, hand jerking, or orifice clenching, but somehow, she's become a pro in such a short time, and she couldn't be happier for herself.

Sunset can feel something hit her cervix, but tries to relax her body as the thirsting tendril forces its way through. It's painful at first, but the combination of the aphrodisiac and the overwhelming euphoria already surging through her blocks out any bit of discomfort. She can feel the winding tendril fill her core, expanding it, wriggling around in it. It's a strange feeling, but rapture floods her, driving out any second thoughts or uncertainty.

Deep within her ass, she can feel the third tentacle twisting and turning inside her, filling her with unimaginable bliss and euphoria. She's never thought of experiencing anal before but to know it could feel so wonderful, she doesn't want to stop. She needs the sliding cock to flood her with cum; she needs to be filled soon to achieve true bliss and an unfathomable orgasm. But she doesn't want the fun to stop there, she wants it to keep fucking her and make her its slut—its personal fucktoy.

Suddenly, the slime begins to quake and shiver uncontrollably. To Sunset's surprise, it spits her out onto the grassy field, leaving her slathered in red goo. Wearily, looking behind her, Sunset can see Rarity drenched in red slime, her clothes torn to reveal her breasts and soaked snatch. With her mind still drowning in the effects of the aphrodisiac, she smiles at her friend's state.

However, looking back ahead, Sunset's red slime begins to morph and take shape into something familiar. Sunset's eyes widen in surprise as the shapeless, red blob takes her form. It's almost like looking into a mirror, if the reflection came to life, was stark naked, was made of goo, and was palpable when trying to pin the original to the ground.

"You're a real treat, you know that?" Slimeset asks as she clutches the original Sunset's breasts. "Plump, round, and firm. Just the way I like it!"

She latches her lips on the girl's tit, suckling it and swirling her tongue around the brail nipple, stimulating the sensitive nerves buried within the bodacious mammaries. Sunset feels pleasure flowing through her once again as her paramour continues to provide for her in a brand new way. She opens her mouth to moan in bliss but the slime connects its lips with hers, drowning out her voice.

Sunset's tongue wraps around her slime version, letting them dance and play around passionately until the kiss is broken. She looks up at Slimeset, dazed by the sudden rush of lust in her system. She's never been into girls this way but having her—sort of—first experience with one, how could she go back to men? After all, it takes a girl to know what a girl likes.

"Wow, you're really hazy, huh?" Slime Sunset asks. "Well, that's to be expected when you get caught by a red slime. Blue slimes are meatheads and act as our shields with their thick bodies, allowing us and the green slimes to—" The slime stops talking as it notices Sunset's dazed look. "Oh, but you don't care about any of that, do you? Let me help you with that lust, hun."

Sunset watches with a mix of horror and joy as her slime counterpart stands up and her loins begin to wriggle and morph into a throbbing, slimy dick; throbbing, pulsating with veins, and dripping with slimy precum. An ecstatic grin spreads across Sunset's face as she reaches her hands up to accept the throbbing length into her warm confines.

*BANG*

A loud shot echoes through the field, bringing Sunset back to reality. Her eyes widen as she notices Slimeset's gem has been shattered. With the counterpart's face contorted in anguish, she melts into a small, motionless, red pool on the ground. Looking back, Sunset notices Rarity's slime has also melted into a red pool and the mage is free from its aphrodisiacal grasp.

"You two alright?" Applejack ask as she comes down from the farm house.

Sunset wipes off the patches of goo on her body and struggles to stand up. Applejack quickly holds onto her friend before she manages to fall back onto her face.

"I'm...good," Sunset says with a small smirk. "It felt weird at first but...it felt wonderful later on."

The dark mage's body begins to burn with desire once again as she remembers what it felt like to be penetrated by long, vigorous tentacles. The feeling of her cervix being torn into, her ass being plowed, and her throat being closed off, and being filled with ecstasy, she has an orgasm on the spot, dropping to her knees on the soiled earth.

"Woah there, sugar!" Applejack exclaims as she picks her friend back up. "We'd better get you and Rarity back to the others."

"W-what about the reward?" Sunset asks.

"Already got it. Let's head home."

Grabbing Rarity as well, Applejack opens her menu and selects the fast travel menu and selects the guild hall in Impekka. In a flash of blue light, the trio disappear from the field, leaving the spots of slime residue on the field for the farmer to clean up.

"What the fuck happened to you two?!" Twilight asks as both Rarity and Sunset rest on the bed.

Alo flutters over to analyze the dazed patients but Rainbow Dash holds him back from viewing their naked bodies.

"Hey, come on!" the fairy shouts. "I was just gonna give you my evaluation!"

"You can give it from here, you little bastard," Rainbow barks back. "You already know what's going on, so tell us what the hell just happened. Is this something to do with that 'lust' meter?"

"Yes, it is," Alo replies. "They got fucked by a couple of red slimes and now their 'lust' meter has been filled to a certain percentage." Alo breaks free of Rainbow's hold and floats over to the weary warriors. "Girls, can you see your 'lust' meter on your HUD?"

"Yeah," Sunset replies as she looks towards the bottom of her vision. "Ten percent filled. Is that bad?"

"No, not really," the little fairy replies. "If you had gone for a bit longer and let it release its load inside you, then your meter could fill up to twenty or thirty percent. Your prescription is to take a bit of potion to bring it back to normal. Does anyone have any on them?"

Twilight reaches into a small, brown satchel and pulls out a small, glass bottle filled with a shimmering, pink potion. "Got a few of these at the nearby alchemist shop," she says as she hands Sunset and Rarity a bottle each. "They were surprisingly cheap, so I got like, fourteen of them. Of course, I bought health and armor potions, too."

The girls drink up and suddenly feel their bodies cooling down and the memory of their sexual encounter fades away from their minds. They slowly rise from their resting positions and look at everyone's relieved faces.

"The lust meter was only filled up by a small amount," Rarity says. "How come we were so out of it?"

"Over time, you'll start to get used to it," Alo replies. "Normally, until the meter hits above fifty percent, you shouldn't feel anything euphoric or orgasmic. Since you girls are new to this, it may take some time for you to get used to the 'lust' meter."

"Noted," Sunset says. She stands back up, feeling her head clearing up and her muscles regaining strength. Looking down at herself, she grimaces at her exposed figure. "Now, I just need some new clothes."

She grasps the pieces of her torn armor and tosses them aside, letting her naked body bask in the cool room, disregarding everyone's stares. Opening up her menu, Sunset opens a small tab, labeled [SKINS] and chooses a simple villager's outfit to cover her figure for the time being.

It's a simple, light outfit that nearly covers her features perfectly. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail and her horn has disappeared. A plain white shirt "covers" her cleavage and midriff and brown, baggy pants cover her legs. A pair of black boots cover her feet while a small satchel is attached to her hip, holding her grimoire.

"There we go," she says as she looks herself over. "No more nudity."

Rarity follows suit, but grimaces at the plain style of her outfit. "A shame there is nothing better to wear."

"You can still earn special skins during events that come up," Alo explains. "Some can be used to unlock special village events like parties or even special locations like the beach."

“For now, I think we should get dinner and rest for tomorrow,” Sunset suggests as she looks out the window, noticing the sun diving beneath the horizon. “We can start more adventures then.”

The girls all give a unified hum as they trot downstairs to fill their bellies for the night, confident in the adventures for the future.

Sunset Shimmer—Level: 5; Class: Dark Mage; New Abilities: Bloodhound Arrows
Applejack—Level: 5; Class: Gunslinger; New Abilities: Dual Wield
Rarity—Level: 5; Class: Mage; New Abilities: Holy Shield
Twilight Sparkle—Level: 4; Class: Knight; Abilities: Gut Pierce, Beast Cutter
Rainbow Dash—Level: 4; Class: Rogue; Abilities: Fury Swipes, Throwing Daggers
Fluttershy—Level: 4; Class: Druid; Abilities: Vine Constrict, Healing Spores
Pinkie Pie—Level: 4; Class: Bard; Abilities: Hypnotic Dance, Enchant

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*CRACK*

The sound of a cracking whip echoes throughout the halls of a shady castle located deep within the Land of Lust, followed by the sounds of excited grunts and moans from the victim as they endure their torture.

“Harder! HARDER MY QUEEN!” the depraved slave begs. His back is already bleeding with multiple gushing lashes, but despite the searing pain he must feel, he thirsts for more.

Luckily, his mistress obliges him and raises the whip above her head. Its bloodstained barbs glisten in the overhead light and come crashing down onto the mongrel’s back, tearing off more flesh and muscle with a sonorous CRACK. The depraved victim screams in elation as his body convulses from the combined flavor of pain and pleasure until he suddenly falls limp and his mouth goes silent.

The mistress prods her toy with the butt end of the whip only for him to not respond or even flinch. Displeased by the frailty and useless gluttony of her toy, she spits on the gushing gashes along his posterior, letting the fool rot as she exits the play room.

“That was the most useless fuck toy I’ve ever had the displeasure of using,” the woman complains as she strips off her latex uniform, leaving the pieces in the empty hallway. “Why can’t one of the warriors from one of the nearby cities come and face me? They would make excellent playthings.”

As she enters a spacious, dark-themed throne room—still stark naked—she takes a seat on the crystal throne, letting her warm body cool off on the icy surface of her crystal seat.

Within the flickering, yet bright torch light of the throne room, her features are clearly visible. Obsidian, flaming hair flows down her back and ruby irises peer up at the glass ceiling as she ponders an idea. Her skin is smooth like silk and shining with a peachy tone. Her curves are absolutely perfect, from her D-size breasts to her plump, firm yet soft butt.

With nothing else to do, the queen raises a hand and snaps her fingers, summoning a man dressed in a leathery gimp suit from the double doors to her left. He whimpers and pouts like a wounded dog and comes to his mistress's side. His vision is obscured by a thick, black blindfold and a ball gag is stuffed into his maw, forcing him to choke back on his cries of desperation and anguish. A spiked collar is around to his neck and a leash extends from it, which the queen grasps firmly in her hand, twirling it around her fingers.

"Oh, Michael, what ever am I going to do?" the queen asks. She yanks the panting slave up to the armrest of her throne and pulls the rubber gag off of his mouth. "Do you have any idea how to pass the time?"

"Arf! Arf!" the man barks in response.

He sticks his tongue out and, without warning, attempts to jump onto his mistress but she quickly grabs him by the neck, hindering his attack.

"You stupid mutt," she hisses as she glares daggers at the drooling slave. "Do not ever attempt to assault me like that again!" She tightens her grip on her toy's throat but lets go the moment she sees his skin turning blue. "Well...since you want to lick something, you can start off with this..."

Spreading her legs open, she reveals her perfect, wet pussy to the drooling slave. The man begins to sniff and his nose begins to twitch as he slowly approaches the succulent crevice. Like a parched mongrel, he dives on in and begins lapping away at her succulent snatch.

"Oh, yes. Good doggy," the queen moans in pleasure.

The slave's tongue laps away at her moist folds, savoring the glazed juices coating every inch of her delectable sex. His tongue circles the perimeter of her labia, managing to flick the protruding clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure up his mistress's body. Sensing that his queen enjoyed that spot, the slave continues to play with the sensitive protuberance, further pleasing her.

"Fuck, Michael! Good boy!" the queen screams in elation.

Although it's only her clit being stimulated, it feels too damn good. Almost no one hits that spot or just forgets it exists and continues teasing her labia or her depths. But Michael, good boy Michael, he knows how to please his queen; he makes sure to get every inch of her. He touches her moist lips, up to the bulging clit, and into the most sensitive parts of her depths; that's what makes him the best fuck toy out of her entire collection. At least, for fellatio.

"My queen!" a voice shouts from ahead.

The queen looks forth from her toy to see a guard clad head to toe in obsidian armor peeking through a set of double doors. Slightly annoyed by the intrusion, the queen kicks Michael away from her crotch, sending him sprawling across the floor. Disregarding his groans of pain, the queen permits the guard to enter.

"What is it?" she asks annoyedly. "I was in the middle of something."

The guard enters the room and shuts the doors behind him. He runs up to the queen and stops halfway before kneeling before her regal presence.

"My queen, we have received news that a new group of warriors have slaughtered a group of slimes in the Holy Plains and are residing in the village of Impekka," the guard informs. "They are beginner level and are comprised of at least seven females, each a unique class."

The queen raises a curious eyebrow at the information and wicked smile spreads across her lips. "Oh? And what's so interesting about this group that I haven't seen before?"

"Well, each of them are the classic members of a party: gunslinger, bard, rogue, mage, etc," the guard replies. "However, one of them appears to be a dark mage."

The queen's eyes widen in surprise at this revelation and her wicked smile grows wider. "A dark mage?" she squeals with joy. "I haven't seen a dark mage in eons! Has she been corrupted in any way yet?"

The guard shakes his head, much to the matriarch's displeasure. "I'm afraid she hasn't unlocked any dark magic in her grimoire yet. The dark mage and the rest of her party are at very low levels."

"Oh, a shame," the matriarch sighs with dissatisfaction. "All well. Only time shall tell when she uses her dark magic and becomes corrupted by her ignorance. For now, don't do anything to them. Let them increase in strength first and then I shall have her come to me, like a fly to a spider's web."

"Of course, your majesty." With that, the guard ends his report and exits stage left, leaving the queen to her own business.

"Michael, you leave as well," she commands. "You've done enough for me."

Michael whimpers disappointingly but obeys his mistress and exits through the double doors to the left, leaving the queen in solitude.

In the deafening silence and the utter loneliness of the throne room, the Queen of Lust reaches a hand to her loins and begins to massage her thirsting folds. Her index and ring digits stroke the puffy outer labia while the middle finger gently enter between her inner lips, pleasuring the moist center and barely touching the sensitive button at the top.

"A dark mage," she whispers to herself. "It's been forever since I've come face to face with their kind. So easily swayed, so easy to toss into unfathomable lust and desire. She shall be mine!"

Unable to appease her rising libido with such mediocre and gentle techniques, she increases her vigor, ravaging her pussy and achieving the stimulation she's desired. Still using her index and ring fingers to rub her lips, her middle finger begins to penetrate her moist, pink center. The conjoined movements of each finger—rubbing and penetrating, sliding and jabbing—send waves of pleasure up the queen's spine.

Gripping her bosom and roughly pinching the brail nipple, the mix of physical sensations and lascivious thoughts brewing in her mind bring her closer to orgasm. Her imagination runs wild, wondering what she could do to such a precious, rare specimen. Use a set of whips and knives to test her pain tolerance? Perhaps have her replace Michael or one of the other fuck toys in her harem? The possibilities are endless and shall occur in due time.

With one final push, the dam breaks, letting a flood of ecstasy rush through the matriarch's veins as she achieves a blissful orgasm. Her walls convulse and grip the intruding digits, preventing them from exiting the warm confines. Her legs close up around her hand and buckle up, locking the appendage in place. Her entire body begins to convulse and twitch with delight; with her hand buried within her depths, it continues to spasm around the sensitive walls, further coaxing out orgasm after orgasm.

Forcefully prying her legs apart, the matriarch extracts her unruly hand from her crotch, stopping the surge of ecstasy and allowing her to rest. She does her best to catch her breath and relax within the cool air of the throne room. Raising her drenched hand up to eye level to analyze it, she marvels at the glossy juices dripping from the digits and bridging each of them together.

"If just the thought of having you by my side is enough to do this..." she mutters as her mind begins to blank, "...I can only imagine what will happen when you're actually here, my little fuck toy."

Ingredient Hunt

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As Sunset Shimmer walks down the steps into the mess hall, she marvels at the tranquility and emptiness of the once full, messy, and clamorous space. A few people are enjoying hearty meals and alcohol while basking in the fresh rays of the sunrise. It's a calm time where anyone can enjoy a decent meal while enjoying some peace and quiet, either alone or with party members. Though, not complaining about the peacefulness, Sunset basks in the still quiet as she approaches the nearby buffet area to pick out this morning's breakfast.

"Good morning, Sunset Shimmer!" Malisa greets in a cheery tone. Sunset looks over at the receptionist, noticing her typewriter is nowhere to be seen and her workstation is a lot cleaner. "Did you and your party sleep well?"

"It was alright, especially since we all slept together in the same bed," Sunset responds, still dreary. She stands beside the receptionist's counter as she continues with the small talk. "How about you? Do you sleep at all or what?"

Malisa chuckles at the adventurer's attempt at humor and answers her question. "I take breaks every now and then. I'm not a slave chained to this spot; I've got a life outside here too, you know? Where's everyone else?"

"I got up bright and early and let everyone else sleep. Besides, you know what they say: 'early bird gets the worm'." Her eyes scan the desolate tables and smirks at all of the free space. "Guess I'm really early, huh?"

"Kind of. Like I said, most parties are just nomads who stay for a meal or for rest and then leave the next morning. Honestly, you're the first person to stop and strike a conversation with me. For that, I am grateful."

Sunset's face burn red but she tries her best to cover her cheeks out of modesty. "Hey, just showing the magic of friendship is all," she chuckles. "I should probably get something to eat. My stomach is killing me."

Sunset sniffs the air, taking in the ambrosial scent that plagues the atmosphere. The smell of sweet pastries and confections flood her nostrils, filling her with arousal and fueling her hunger. Her stomach lurches, begging its owner to go ahead and take part in breakfast and devour the delectable morsels.

"Damn, that smells great!" the adventurer exclaims, her mind hazy with the heavenly scent. "Compliments to the chef for making them smell so tempting. I've never smelled breakfast like this before."

"Well, since adventurers need energy to fight monsters and the like, our chefs make sure every breakfast item is stuffed with a special energizing spell to really give the eater a good kick of energy for the day," Malisa explains. "That's the source of the smell; the taste however... Oh, now that is heavenly! I can't explain it myself, so you're going to have to dig in and try it yourself."

Sunset analyzes the entranced expression on Malisa's face and smiles. Her eyes have fallen into a dreamlike state and a bit of drool escapes her lips as she most likely recollects the divine flavor of the breakfast items.

"Well, I'll leave you to your imagination," Sunset quips as she waltzes over to the buffet line.

"Oh, wait a second!" The dark mage looks back at the recovered receptionist, who begs her back. "Have you applied to any jobs yet?"

The adventurer raises a curious brow at the question, unsure of what the receptionist is talking about. "A job?"

"Yes. You can earn money from quests and dungeons and the like, but sometimes, you might fail and not make enough to pay rent or buy better equipment. It's best to get a job to stabilize yourselves while you're here." Reaching below the counter, Malisa procures a globular object and rests it on top of the table. "If you place your hand here, it will read your stats to find out what sort of jobs will be your best fit."

Sunset stares at the magical device with interest. Although fighting monsters and the like would be ten times more exciting than having a job in this measly town, it would be a beneficial backup in the case adventures go awry. Without wasting another minute, she places her hand over the spherical device and lets it go to work.

It begins to glow with an ominous green light and gives off a calm hum as it begins the analyzing process. It twists and turns every which way as it seems to try to come to a conclusion. A soft, tingling sensation tickles the palm of Sunset's hand as it continues to analyze her stats. Finally, it comes to a complete stop and the brilliant light dies out along with the whirring.

"Wow," Malisa mumbles as she reads something on the other side of the device. "Your intelligence is rather high and your magical affinity is very high as well. Luck and everything else are at least average. With such stats, I'd say you'd make a fine alchemist. That pays pretty well, especially considering the amount of adventurers who need potions and rare metals for forging."

"Alchemist, huh?" Sunset contemplates with intrigue. "That does sound pretty interesting. So, do I begin right now or what?"

"Get breakfast first so you don't have to pass out on your first day at work," Malisa recommends as she hands the adventurer a small business card-looking item. "This card will state your current occupation and the days of experience you'll have gained from it. After some time, you can ask for a promotion until you've reached the position of Master Alchemist."

Sunset takes a look at the card and notices her occupation as an alchemist has already been etched into it. On the right are the number of days worked, late days, absent days, and the number of people served. Looking at her current position, she notices the space is empty.

"I'm not assigned to anything? How come?"

"The shopkeeper will give you your position in the business once you apply. Over time, if you've made a good track record, you'll be able to ask for promotions that will pay much better and don't require as much hard labor."

Looking back at her card, Sunset smirks at her card and stuffs it into her inventory. "Well, thanks anyway, Malisa. I'll see you around. If any of my friends ask where I am after I've left, just let them know I'll be at the alchemist shop."

Malisa nods in affirmation and waves the adventurer off, who enters the buffet to enjoy a hearty meal in silence while dreading her first day on the job.

The alchemist's shop is a bit larger than most of the other facilities in Impekka, mostly due to the wares and paraphernalia required to make potions and special metals are located in the back. The exterior looks like a normal wooden house. Flowers are planted along the window sills and near the front door. A sign hangs from the jutting roof that reads, in bright bold letters: Alchemist: Potions and Metals for Adventurers.

"Not the most advertising sign but, whatever," Sunset groans.

Stepping inside, she's horrified by the sudden change in scenery. Besides the clusters of potions and metals—which are shelved randomly with each other—trash and paper litter the place as if a storm had blown through the building. A putrid, sulfuric stench plagues Sunset's nostrils, causing her breakfast to rise back up her throat. Looking behind the counter, puddles of spilled potions stain the floor, most likely the source of the odor.

"Coming! Coming!" an annoyed, male voice calls out from the back of the store.

From behind a shelf of haphazardly stacked potions, a plump man with a ragged chestnut beard and alopecia upon his temple emerges from the back of the shop. His robes are murky red and brown, embroidered with strange symbols and runes. The designs are blotted out by colorful potion stains and lit burn marks. This is not what Sunset was expecting her work environment or her employer to look like.

"What can I do you for, miss?" the shopkeeper asks in a weakly cheerful tone. "I've got plenty of metals and potions for your use, so go ahead and choose whatever you desire from my trove of wares!"

"Actually, I'm here to apply for a job," Sunset states with an uneasy smile. "I just got my stats read and I was told I could be an alchemist."

The clerk's eyes widen and shimmer with joy—and with tears—as he grabs Sunset's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" he says gratefully. "I've been hoping someone would come in and help me! Life has been hell ever since my last apprentice left me to join the adventuring lifestyle. I could really use someone to help get business booming again!"

He lets go of Sunset's hand, which continues to tremble as if it's still within the man's grasp. She steadies herself as she tries to register what just happened.

"Wait, so you did have someone to help you out before?" she asks.

"Yes, and he left me to join the adventurer's life," the alchemist replies sorrowfully. "I didn't stop him because I knew he could do better than work in my shop. However, life hasn't been the same without him. I'm not a very organized person, as you can see, and my last employee helped me with that while I made the wares you see here. They'd forage for the necessary ingredients for potions and the like and process orders for metal scraps that I can use to mold into precious materials."

A tinge of sympathy blooms in Sunset's heart for the alchemist. Even if she's being paid a small wage in a crappy position, it's not always about the money, but mainly about helping someone in need—and spreading the magic of friendship, of course.

"Well, that's what I'm here for, sir," Sunset says with a radiating, confident smile. "I'm here to help you with whatever you need to pick your business back off the ground."

The clerk's worrisome face brightens into a relaxed one as he leans on the counter. "Thank you...er..."

"Sunset Shimmer. And you?"

"Magus, or if you'd like, you can call me sir or boss, I don't really care. Now, as much as I'd like to get started cleaning up my workspace, I'm in need of a few ingredients." Magnus pulls out a scroll from behind him, seemingly out of thin air, and hands it over to Sunset for her to read.

She opens the scroll and reads the line containing the first few ingredients. "[Health Potion] ingredients: fanged lizard blood, ruby roses, and some water. That doesn't seem too hard."

"Oh, that's just the first one," Magus states. "There's four more potions that need items to be harvested."

Sunset unrolls the rest of the scroll to see the rest of the required ingredients for the remaining potions.

"[Stamina Potion], [Endurance Potion], [Mana Potion], and...what's this [Four-Hour Elixir]?"

"The first few are self-explanatory," Magus says as he averts his gaze. "Don't bother asking about the last one, please; all I'll say is that it's pretty popular with men. Now, please, hurry and get those ingredients. Customers won't be pouring in at the moment but it's good to have a fresh stock before having a booming business."

Sunset nods and places the scroll into her inventory. In the corner of her eye, her quest tab has a small exclamation mark hovering above it. Selecting the tab, she notices a new quest has opened up: Collect ingredients for Magus. A small checklist of the desired stacks of ingredients are listed out for Sunset to keep track of, which is rather convenient. The rewards are listed at the bottom for when she completes her assigned task: seven hundred silver coins and one of each of the first four potions, on the house.

Grabbing a few empty vials and beakers from the shelves, Sunset sets out on her quest with newfound determination and optimism. After all, collecting ingredients for five potions shouldn't be too hard; even a child could do it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Sunset screams as she tries to escape through the forest from a horde of fanged lizards.

The reptiles are a lot bigger than she had thought they'd be and they move as fast as the average adult human. Bouncing and running through the trees and along the forest floor, they are nothing but blurs in Sunset's vision as they attempt to surround her.

Their heavily plated tails are strong enough to break trees like twigs. With acidic saliva dripping from their maws and their abnormally massive size, they make komodo dragons look like geckos. Their abnormally elongated, serrated teeth give them their infamous name, making them one of the most terrifying things Sunset has ever seen, even compared to the terrifying beasts in Equestria.

So far, she's only managed to kill one lizard and fill a few vials with its crimson blood, fulfilling one part of her quest. Unfortunately, killing one lizard attracted a whole mob of the ferocious beasts and started hunting Sunset down, attempting to avenge their fallen comrade.

Running around in her brand new explorer outfit—a safari hat, short boots, and a khaki shirt dress—is a lot easier than in her adventurer clothes; unfortunately, it doesn't provide much protection against the elements or foes. With her dark mage outfit still torn, it's unusable and is currently at the tailor being repaired. If Sunset knew she was going to encounter enemies along this small quest, she would have taken her armor back, no matter what state it's in.

Having enough of this nonsense, Sunset whips out her grimoire and flips to a random spell, knowing any of them could kill these creatures. Turning back, she extends her hand to the gang of reptiles and recites the spell. "WEAPON SUMMON: BLOODHOUND ARROWS!"

Five silver projectiles are formed and are fired at the lizards. Each arrow manages to hit a target while also earning a few kills as collateral. Sunset watches in disgust as reptile blood and guts splatter the trees and foliage, plaguing the area in the putrid stench of iron and sulfur. Fortunately, the monsters and their organs fade into glistening orbs of EXP that gravitate towards the dark mage.

Taking deep breaths to calm herself, Sunset sits on the forest floor, attempting to relax after the precarious encounter. Pulling up her menu, she checks her quest to see only ruby roses and water are left for the healing potions. Coincidentally, she just so happens to stumble upon a bushel of sparkling red flora right next to her.

Plucking one, she notices it doesn't have thorns on the stems like normal roses. What's more, the stems feel like regular plant cells while the petals of the flower itself feel like hard crystal; perhaps that's what gives the ruby rose their name. Casually emptying the bushel of its beautiful decorations, she places the flora in her inventory and begrudgingly continues with her toilsome quest.

"Shit," she groans. "I didn't think finding ingredients was this hard. A thick jungle, wild monsters, and very little armor. Gee, what a great fucking combination." She sighs in frustration, knowing her complaining won't get her any closer to completing her tasks. "I wonder if the others found jobs too."

Luckily, the sound of rushing water enters her ears, reigniting her hope and determination. Following the path of the sound, she stumbles upon a gently moving river with a waterfall at one end and the remaining, winding tail down the other. Sighing in relief, she pulls out the few small vials she has in her inventory and scoops up the fresh river water before placing them back into her inventory for safe keeping.

As she watches the river flow smoothly, its crystal-clear body shimmering in the warm sunlight, Sunset rubs her coarse, filthy arms, feeling the dirt latching onto her skin. Checking her surroundings to make sure nothing is waiting to assault her, the dark mage strips off her clothes and places the pieces of her uniform in her inventory.

She places one foot into the river, feeling a calm, cool jolt run up her leg. Slowly entering the peaceful creek, Sunset basks in its gentle waters as it flows past her thighs, washing away the dirt and grime from her skin. She lathers herself with the cool fluid, making sure she cleans every inch of her figure. Her hands glide around her bosom, between her legs, and around her rear, ridding her figure of grime and perspiration.

While washing off her clammy skin, an idea pops into her mind. It’s a precarious risk and it could increase her lust, but with the absolute solitude and lack of human or other life, who wouldn’t try and have a little naughty fun?

Sunset checks around the area once more before reaching into the riverbed and plucks a smooth, long stone. She analyzes it for a minute, running her fingers along every inch of its surface to make sure there are no jagged bits or cracks. Once she comes to the conclusion that it’s suitable, she brings the stone down to her loins and begins to gently massage her clit.

She freely lets out a soft gasp in the presence of Mother Nature as the cool stone makes contact with the adventurer's sensitive button. Slowly, she moves her toy in a counterclockwise motion, rubbing her sensitive clit and providing her with much needed satisfaction.

Not to collapse onto the bed of rocks from overwhelming stimulation, Sunset lays down on the bank of the river while keeping everything below her neck submerged in the water. Spreading her legs apart as if exposing herself to a thirsting audience, she continues to pleasure herself, giving into her carnal desires and fueling her lust.

Pinkie Pie has revealed to Sunset about how her sister, Maud Pie, would use rocks and smooth crystals as dildos instead of the silicone and rubber toys. It sounded strange to her at first but now she understands why Maud enjoys it so much.

The smooth surface of the rock is somehow more invigorating and exciting than any of her sex toys back home. Even the bumpiest, knobbiest dildos somehow couldn’t compare to the cool, smooth texture of this river rock. It's like massaging herself with a piece of ice that will never melt and disappear. Her warm nethers are cooled by the gentle touch of the stone while the rest of her body tingles and burns with desire in contrast.

Needing more stimulation, Sunset plunges the stone into her depths, earning a shock of pleasure and an aroused moan of satisfaction. Cupping a plump breast, pinching the brail nipple, Sunset wallows in her self pleasure while she does her best to satisfy her urges. She rubs the tip of the stone along the top of her vagina, moving in and out, slowly and gently. The toy runs along the ridges of her walls until making contact with a bump on the ceiling of her pussy, eliciting a loud, unrestrained moan from her lips and ejaculate to flow into the river.

Her legs buckle and start to feel like loose jello but her libido hasn't died out just yet. As much as her mind is telling her to continue on with her quest, her heart and lust tell her otherwise.

Although it felt like her first time enjoying a sexual experience in this world, something tries to resurface from the back of her mind; a lost memory that was sealed away for some reason. She tries her best to bring it to light but it's too foggy and blurred to make out.

With a newfound desire to clear up the memory, Sunset digs the stone further into her sex, twirling it like a drill, and letting it hit every sensitive area within her walls. Within the cool river her body begins to heat up, overwhelming the cold feeling enveloping her skin. Her gasps and moans of lust act as the timber to the growing fire in her nethers and body, still burning and needing to be put out.

Still clutching her sensitive breast, the entranced adventurer brings it up to her lips and begins to suckle on the engorged teat. Her tongue swirls around the tubular protrusion before clamping down on it with her incisors. She makes sure not to bite down too hard to leave any lasting imprints, but just enough to give her the stimulation she needs. It's painful but it blends with the overwhelming pleasure, making it take on a tingling feeling within her bosom.

Like the crystal clear water, the lost memory resurfaces in the dark mage’s mind as clear as day. Tentacles—thick, slimy, red tentacles—penetrating every hole in her body, flooding her with immeasurable amounts of ecstasy and lust. She doesn’t know why she repressed this memory but she assumes it’s due to the effects of the lust-reducing potion.

With the combination of the lascivious memory and the physical stimulation within her pussy, Sunset tips over the edge and feels herself achieving her second orgasm. Her walls clamp down on the stone, keeping it locked within her depths. Arching her back and breaching her lower body out of the water, she releases a stream of hot fluids from her sex to be carried off by the river. She opens her mouth to let out a moan of satisfaction, but all that manages to escape within her rapturous euphoria is a small squeak before she flops back into the cool stream to relax.

Sunset releases her hold on her toy, letting it fall back into the river bed—gone but not forgotten. Hugging her body, feeling her temperature dropping back to stable levels and her heartbeat returning to average speed, she sighs peacefully, having satiated her carnal lust for good.

"I guess there's something good I can enjoy in this job," Sunset mutters to herself. "A refreshing outdoor bath, a gentle breeze, and privacy to enjoy myself, what more could I want?"

Looking around her HUD, she notices her lust hasn't increased in the slightest. It would seem that Alo was right; masturbation is an effective way of reducing lust, though it may take some time to achieve climax if one is in the middle of a skirmish.

As she revels in the cozy environment, Sunset looks around the area and marvels at the beauty this fantasy world has to offer. With no cars, man-made infrastructures, or other people intervening and bothering the natural, tranquil environment, Sunset can, for once, enjoy the beauties of the world: the deer prancing by the waters, the birds nestling in the trees, even the goblins lurking in the woods.

"Wait a minute..." Sunset mutters.

She sits up and looks through the dense trees to see a lone goblin peering at her with its goat-like eyes. The creature is as horrid and as grotesque as Sunset thought it'd look like. Its green, warty skin is repulsive and its nose has to be half as long as Sunset's forearm. Its grinning mouth is missing a few teeth while some look rotten and withered. It's wearing a leather cap with ear holes and a chipped, bronze chest plate to cover its horrendous figure.

For some reason, its right arm seems to be shaking vigorously near its...

"Oh, shit..."

Immediately, Sunset jumps out of the water and lands on the solid bank. She auto-equips her clothes and levitates her grimoire in front of her, ready to cast a spell on the perverted creature. Her eyes burn with malice and embarrassment as she watches the creature attempt to pull up its slacks to hide its shrimpy boner.

Since it's one wretched goblin, it's not a problem to kill. However, Sunset notices its hand reaching for something hanging around its neck. A small metal whistle is held within it's grubby fingers as he slowly raises it to its lips. Sunset has heard that goblins are smarter than most people give them credit for. They can form civilizations and powerful armies, considering their ability to breed like rabbits. If this one blows that whistle, an entire squad of goblins could come charging from the forest and surround her in no time.

The dark mage extends her hands and shouts the first spell that comes to mind in order to stop the creature from causing more trouble. "FIRE MAGIC: INCINERATING CANNON BALL!"

A ball of fire forms between Sunset's palms and she launches it at the goblin, incinerating it on the spot. A loud explosion resonates through the gentle setting and through Sunset's bones as she stands there, watching the flames disperse until there is nothing but a pile of ash. There is no sound of a whistle going off, relieving the worry within Sunset's heart.

Orbs of EXP float toward the dark mage, filling her EXP bar until her level jumps from six to seven. Her mana and health are restored and increased and her stats take a giant leap. In the corner of her eye, she notices a few more spells and skills have been unlocked—ones she'll have to test out another time.

Turning to leave, Sunset suddenly freezes in place as her pony ears twitch to the sound of gibberish coming from behind her. Slowly peeking back, Sunset’s eyes widen with dread as she notices a group of goblins coming out of the forest. Even if the scout hadn’t blown his whistle, the explosion of her spell definitely had to have dragged them over.

The scrawny creatures look around the charred patch of grass for any sign of their scout, only to find nothing but ash. One of the goblins—clad in heavy black armor—looks up at the dark mage on the other side of the river.

Though she can’t see its eyes though its helmet, Sunset Shimmer can feel the mongrel’s lustful eyes crawling all over her. She takes a step back and the goblins follow. In a split second, she dashes off through the forest with the goblin horde on her trail.

“Shit, shit, SHIT!” she screams. “I was just supposed to get some fucking ingredients! Why are there so many monsters out here!?”

Even though her strength has been restored after leveling up, Sunset struggles to escape the goblin army through the thick grove. Her heart is pounding through her chest and her lungs are gasping for air. Sweat flows down her face and body as she barely manages to stay ahead of the goblins. She opens up her menu to fast travel back to Impekka but an error message pops up instead.

[ERROR: CAN NOT FAST TRAVEL DURING COMBAT]

"OH, THAT'S SOME BULLSHIT!!!"

Opening her grimoire, Sunset flips through the pages, hoping one of her new or old spells can stop a goblin army. Using a fire spell would kill the goblins and add splash damage but it would also set the grove on fire. The only thing she can possibly use is BLOODHOUND ARROWS, a new ice spell called GLACIER WALL or a dark spell, but Celestia be damned if she's going to use the last option in any situation.

Extending a hand behind her, she uses her brand new ice spell on her enemies as a test. "ICE SPELL: GLACIER WALL!" she exclaims.

A wall of ice and snow forms from the ground up, entrapping a few goblins in its body while hindering the others. There are some, however, that manage to evade the spell and go around it to get at Sunset.

The dark mage fires off the same spell over and over again, leaving a trail of ice through the warm thicket. With most of the creatures suffocating or freezing to death in the blocks of ice, Sunset levels up bit by bit until her progress starts to crawl at a snail's pace and her mana has been depleted. She doesn't have any potions and she isn't anywhere close to being ready to level up to refill her mana and strength. She's basically a defenseless girl running through a thick forest with a pack of libidinous goblins on her tail.

A crazy idea pops into her mind for a quick method of escape. It's risky but she has to make it work. Turning sharply to the right, Sunset continues running for a few seconds with burning lungs and aching legs until turning another sharp right, and dashes back to the creek. Having no other option, jumping off the waterfall and into the body of water below would be the only way to escape her persistent hunters.

She fights through the burning pain in her body as she charges towards the peaceful body of water. The trees begin to disperse, revealing the scenic view of the river once again. Glancing behind her, Sunset can see the hungry goblins still on her tail, unrelenting in their pursuit. Without hesitation, Sunset runs off of the ledge and plummets towards the open lake below.

Despite not knowing where she's going to land, if at all into the water or if it's shallow or deep, Sunset Shimmer faces the fall head on. She doesn't hear the panicked screams of the goblins, so it must be safe to assume they didn't follow her reckless strategy. With the wind rushing through her hair and across her face, the dark mage closes her eyes and braces for impact, letting worry and doubt melt away, knowing she'll be safe.

Her body is suddenly enveloped within a cool cocoon as she makes contact with the water. Her sweat is washed away and her burning limbs and thorax are assuaged and filled with comfort and tranquility. She opens her eyes to see the refracted images through the watery screen. A murky green blob near the edge of the waterfall moves away in discontent, leaving Sunset alone at last. Looking around her environment, she doesn't see any other bodies with her, further settling her reassurance.

Sunset pops her head out of the water and takes a deep breath of cool air, refilling her lungs with much needed relaxation after an arduous run. She swims over to the nearest bank and clambers onto dry land, almost kissing the earth out of gratefulness.

Looking around, her eyes widen at the colorful scenery. The area seems to be filled with an assortment of unique plant life that Sunset has never seen before. Glowing moss, blue-leaved trees, even small patches of purple mushroom which she believes could be very dangerous. What's better, everything down here is a trove of all the necessary ingredients for the rest of Magus's potions. Without wasting another second, Sunset gets to work on gathering the necessary components and getting the hell out of there.

Trudging back to Magus's shop Sunset Shimmer opens the door to see the alchemist already working on some new potions in the back of the store. He stirs a large, metal cauldron filled with a bubbling pink liquid while adding a few crushed ruby roses into the solution.

The shop keeper looks up at Sunset with a smile but it suddenly turns to worry as he notices her worn out state. "What happened?" he asks, setting the ladle to the side. "Did you get the ingredients?"

Sunset opens up her inventory and pulls out every single ingredient and hands them over to Magus. "That's all of them and more," she mumbles with exhaustion. "I ran into some trouble but managed to get away and find a whole trove of this stuff in the process."

Magus places the ingredients on the front counter and rests a gentle hand on his employee's shoulder. "What level are you again?" he asks, his voice and face filled with curiosity.

Looking around her HUD, Sunset notices her level has increased exponentially. "About eleven," she replies in a slightly surprised tone.

The alchemist pinches his nose as he grumbles with disappointment. "Sorry, that's not towards you," he clarifies. "I shouldn't have sent you on that quest. That was recommended for levels fifteen and up. I was too eager to get a new helper I...kind of got carried away. I'm sorry that I put you in danger, Sunset."

"It's okay," Sunset replies with a reassuring smile. "I was eager to help and disregarded the possible threats. Is it alright if I—"

"Yes, yes. You can take the day off if you'd like to rest up." Magus reaches into his robe pocket and extracts a handful of sliver coins and hands them to his employee. "This is for completing the quest. I'm surprised you managed to get everything and survive the threats in the Arduous Forest."

Sunset graciously accepts her first miniscule pay of seven hundred silver coins. As soon as she lets the money fall into her hand, the coins automatically disappear and are placed into Sunset's inventory, increasing her current amount. She smiles gratefully at the alchemist before she exits the shop and into the town square.

"I've got enough free time on my hands," Sunset mutters to herself. "Might as well check up on my armor and see how it's coming along."

Sunset Shimmer—Level: 11; Class: Dark Mage; New Abilities: Explosive Arrows, Fire Chains, Glacier Wall, Devil's Kiss
Applejack—Level: 8; Class: Gunslinger; New Abilities: Incendiary Bullets
Rarity—Level: 8; Class: Mage; New Abilities: Frozen Pillar
Twilight Sparkle—Level: 6; Class: Knight; New Abilities: Fortify
Rainbow Dash—Level: 6; Class: Rogue; New Abilities: Lurker
Fluttershy—Level: 6; Class: Druid; New Abilities: Sleeping Spores
Pinkie Pie—Level: 6; Class: Bard; New Abilities: Weapon Charmer

The Demon General

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Sunset enters the tailor's shop and is met with a dazzling display of colors. Everything in the store—from the fabrics, to the infrastructure, and even the tools—look as if they've been dipped in rainbows. Her eyes strain as she attempts to traverse through the kaleidoscope of a room without tripping over anything blending into the floor.

"Sunset! It's good to see you, darling!" Rarity's voice chimes.

Still struggling to see through the room, Sunset manages to make out her friend's snow-white face and vibrant amethyst hair tied back into a knot. However, her clothes are changed into an elegant violet dress that manages to cover her bust enough to show only an inch of cleavage.

"Rarity? You work here?" Sunset asks with intrigue. "Actually, I shouldn't be surprised considering your affinity for dresses."

"Oh, yes. I was afraid I wouldn't get this opportunity, but here I am! And you would not believe the business I've been raking in after my recent design choice for the interior!" Rarity opens her arms to the ceiling to exalt the strenuous, vibrant colors. "What do you think? I thought it was too much but the manager said it looked splendid."

"Uh..." Sunset dares not look at her surroundings for the sake of her eyes. As much as she wants to give her honest opinion, she can't risk hurting Rarity's creativity, feelings, or ruin her career. "It's...pretty. Kinda vibrant but I'm...sure it'll attract a lot of customers."

She tries her best to keep up an optimistic facade, which Rarity seems to accept as the honest truth. If she were Applejack in this situation, her response would have been the complete opposite...and a lot harsher. The fashionista's face lights up with gratitude and joy at Sunset's words of encouragement. She leans in to give her friend a hug but stops halfway with her arms still open around the dark mage's neck.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Rarity reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a small, white box with a red bowtie placed neatly on top. "This is your armor. I don't want to brag, but with my skills, I was able to get it done in less than ten minutes. Normally, it would take a gruesome one hour to fix something this intricate."

She slides the box over to Sunset, who graciously accepts and opens it. Taking her clothes out of their confines, she marvels at the seamless job done to it; seemingly brand new without any signs of holes, extra stitches, or mistakes. Auto-equipping her mended armor, she feels snug within the refined threads unlike before. The horn headpiece on her temple fits snuggly upon her head like an actual crown.

"It feels great!" Sunset says, fanning her friend's pride. "It's like I'm wearing a cashmere sweater but all over me."

"I'm glad you love it!" Rarity says with a slight blush. "Oh, by the way, I noticed my level and stats went up by quite a bit. Did you perhaps have something to do with it?"

The memory of the arduous, terrifying quest resurfaces in Sunset's mind. Despite being nearly eaten and assaulted by multiple creatures, she got a heaping helping of EXP from them—a generous compensation for their transgressions.

"Yeah, kinda," she replies while glancing away from Rarity. "I don't really want to talk about that though."

"Oh, sorry. Well, I just wanted to thank you for helping us level up so quickly. It's a shame we couldn't do it together, though."

Sunset looks back up at her friend and smirks. "Well, maybe next time, you can do a quest while I try to relax. What do you say?"

*DING*

Before Rarity could respond to Sunset's proposition, the doorbell rings, dragging Sunset and Rarity's attention to the sight of a male demi-human wearing nothing but tattered rags. Upon closer inspection, Sunset notices the rags are actually mutilated pieces of a seemingly powerful armor. She can only imagine what this person went through to be standing nearly buck naked in a tailor's shop.

"Well, I'll get out of your hair," Sunset says as she heads for the door. "I'll see you back at the guild hall, Rarity."

The seamstress waves her friend farewell as she handles her new customer.

Standing in the cheerful town square with nothing else to do for the day, Sunset heads on to the stables to check up on Fluttershy and Applejack—and perhaps get a new mount in the process.

Sunset enters the stables in search of her friends but can't seem to find them anywhere in the midst of the other female workers; their uniforms seem to be similar to each other, only varying slightly in shades. They have simple, peach-toned, country-style dresses reaching all the way down to their ankles while tight, brown corsets grip their torsos. A good, sexy amount of cleavage is still visible within the tight clothing, causing red splotches to spread across Sunset's cheeks.

Looking around at the different animals in the stalls, she marvels at the unique creatures people use as transportation and as loyal companions. Equines, lions, bears, even wolves rest within here, waiting for someone to adopt them.

"Good afternoon, ma'am!" a stout, tanned man shouts with cheer, nearly startling Sunset out of her skin. "What can I do for you today? Looking to settle on a new mount?"

"Uh, kind of," the dark mage replies. "I'm just looking for two of my friends: Fluttershy and Applejack."

The handler's eyes light up at the mention of the girls' names. "Ah, yes! It's been their first day here and already they're the most hardworking handlers I've ever had." The man turns around, cups his hands to his mouth and calls out for the two girls. "Applejack and Fluttershy, you're free to head on out once you're done with your tasks!"

From two separate stalls near the very end of the stables, the aforementioned girls poke their heads out to peer at their boss. Their faces light up at the sight of Sunset Shimmer and they waltz over to her.

"Right in the nick of time, too," Applejack says as she sets two pails of milk in front of the handler. "Ah was just done milkin' Vesuvia when ya called." She turns to Sunset and gives her a playful jab in the arm. "Howdy, pardner. Coulda left a note or somethin' before ya left. Ah was almost scared to death when I didn't see ya in the room or the mess hall."

Sunset rubs the back of her head in shame as the thought just now occurs to her. "Yeah, I should have, I know. By the way, I don't see any cows around here; where exactly did those buckets of milk come from?"

"Vesuvia's a lioness," Applejack states. "Ah know that sounds odd, but lion milk ain't all that bad. It's a lot sweeter than cow milk actually." To prove her point, she dips a finger into one of the buckets filled with creamy fluid and gives it a taste. "Almost like honey, except a lil more fluid."

Sunset just shudders at the prospect of good-tasting lioness milk. Her breakfast climbs back up her gullet but she manages to swallow it back into her gut. "Whatever you say... Do you want to grab a bite to eat real quick? I haven't eaten anything since I came back from my quest."

"I think we'll need a shower first," Fluttershy says. "I enjoy being around the animals, but the smell..."

Sunset nods and, after allowing them to change back into their civilian clothes, leads her friends back to the guild hall. The mess hall is slightly more frenzied this afternoon. Everyone eats and drink to their hearts' content while conversating with one another or even flirting with the waitresses.

Looking around, Sunset manages to spot a familiar rainbow hairstyle in the midst of the servers.

"You girls go on ahead and take your baths," she says as she splits from the group. "I'm gonna say hello to Rainbow Dash real quick."

Rainbow's attention is focused on one of the other waitresses—a tomboyish girl with short black hair, piercings along her ear lobes, and an exposed, toned midriff. Her uniform is similar to most of the other waitresses but is wearing a red dress instead of the traditional black maid outfit.

"Rainbow Dash, is that you?" Sunset asks sarcastically. The waitress freezes in the middle of her conversation and tenses up at the sound of Sunset's voice. "I didn't know you were working as a waitress? How's it goin'?"

Rainbow slowly turns around to reveal a red, pouting face like she's about to break down. "I didn't want any of you to see me like this," she mumbles.

"Why not?" Sunset prods. "Being a waitress isn't a bad job, right? It's almost like a minimum wage job back home."

"Yeah, but someone like me being a waitress!?" Rainbow exclaims. "I was hoping for something cool like someone in a colosseum or even a blacksmith or something. Instead, the stupid ball said my luck was low and I was good enough to become a waitress."

"She may not have wanted this job," a familiarly buoyant voice says, "but she's been a really great help after a few hours." Everyone turns to see Pinkie Pie bouncing over, her breasts swaying with every step she takes. "By the way, we're good to go, Rainbow; our shifts are done."

Rainbow lowers her head in disgrace and goes on ahead to their shared room to change. Pinkie and Sunset stay behind, smirking and chortling at their friend's exaggerated attitude.

"Is it just me, or does Rainbow look a lot hotter in that outfit," another familiar voice asks.

Pinkie and Sunset look over to the source of the voice to see Twilight Sparkle standing before them in a rather titillating teacher's uniform. A white, collared, button-up shirt is popped open at the top to reveal a juicy bit of cleavage and a black bra. A black skirt covers her hips; although her rear does not seem to be well hidden due to its extravagant size. Black stockings cover her legs, pinching her gelatinous thighs and leaving imprints upon her flesh, and a pair of red, high-heeled shoes are slipped onto her feet.

Sunset eyes her friend with astonishment and a tinge of lust. With her nerdy glasses, tied back hair, and gorgeous body, she looks absolutely stunning. She's never had many fantasies about Twilight or any of her friends but this world is starting to make her see them in a whole new light.

"Uh, how was the school, Twi?" Sunset asks, trying to keep eye contact and not tit contact.

"It was alright," Twilight responds with an exasperated sigh. "It was filled with a bunch of college-age students, so it was kind of difficult to get everyone interested. One of my coworkers gave me a tip about how to get them interested in school—“

“You flashed them your tits?” Pinkie asks. She looks around in confusion at everyone’s shocked faces as if she said something offensive. “What? I’m sure that’s what you’d do in a lewd world.”

A hot blush spreads across Twilight’s face as she fidgets in place. All eyes turn to her as a small peep escapes her lips.

“You’re not wrong,” she whispers. “I mean...I was uncomfortable doing it but everyone was intent on learning after, so...”

“It’s understandable, Twilight,” Sunset says as she rests a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “New world, new ways to handle it. Just...try not to drag it back to our world once we leave.”

Everyone chuckles at the girl’s quip until the sound of overhead speakers ring to life and a female’s voice chimes in.

“ATTENTION ALL GUARDS AND ADVENTURERS! A RAID BOSS IS APPROACHING THE GATES OF IMPEKKA IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES! ALL CIVILIANS RETREAT BACK INTO YOUR HOMES! ALL AVAILABLE FIGHTERS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!”

Fear festers in Sunset’s gut. The idea of having to prematurely battle a boss-level opponent out of the blue like this seems a little too much, especially for a bunch of newbie adventurers.

“Girls!” Alo shrieks as he glides down the stairs. “Did you hear? A Raid Boss is on its way so you have to prepare yourselves!”

It’s hard to tell if he’s shivering with either excitement or fear since he has no visible features but his tone conveys signs of joy. Sunset raises an eyebrow at the jittery fairy, suspicious of what’s going on with him and this odd attitude. With impending doom on the way, he should sound a bit more terrified.

“We got the gist of what we have to do but can we actually do it?” Twilight asks with despair. “I don’t think we’re even a high enough level and we’re expected to fight a boss now?”

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Alo replies nonchalantly. “The Demon Lord sends a general over to villages or towns that have received new adventurers to test their mettle. The only thing you have to worry about is the fact that this is a fight to the death.”

The girls look between each other and Alo with looks of despair. That doesn’t sound reassuring in the slightest but they can’t stay back on the sidelines and let others die in vain.

“On the bright side...” Alo adds, dragging everyone’s attention back onto the fairy with a sliver of hope, “...you’ll earn a whole ton of EXP and rewards if you defeat the boss.”

“We know that,” Sunset responds. “It’s just that...will we be able to do it? Are there any weak points these generals have?”

Alo hums for a minute and floats around aimlessly as he ponders the possibility. “The Demon Generals are mostly Undeads and demons, so light and holy magic are most effective. Other than that...I’m not too sure.”

Before any of the girls can refute or try and talk each other out of this battle, the intercom comes back to life.

“WARNING! THE DEMON GENERAL IS APPROACHING THE FRONT GATES! REPEAT: THE DEMON GENERAL IS APPROACHING THE FRONT GATES!”

Everyone in the mess hall immediately drop their conversations and meals and run out the front doors to face the challenge ahead. Sunset and her friends look to each other, some having sparks of hope in their eyes that are passed on to ignite another. Quickly, they all change back into their adventurer armor and follow the mob to the front gates, confidence surging through their hearts.

Only a small fraction of the people in the guild hall stand, ready to fight, at the front gates. The rest of Sunset’s party manage to join her, Twilight, and Pinkie just in time, with their armor ready and weapons drawn. Even Fluttershy managed to participate but its most likely because either Rainbow Dash or Applejack had to pull her out of their room by force.

“Remember girls,” Alo pipes up as he hovers in front of each of them them like a drill sergeant, “it’s a fight to the death, so no pulling punches.” He hovers in front of Fluttershy, who seems ready to dig her head into the ground and hide until the battle is over.

“The party member that manages to land the killing blow on the boss will earn the rewards for the entire squad,” Alo continues. “Now, Rarity, you use holy or light magic to stun him—deteriorate him if you can and—“

“Um, actually, darling,” the mage stammers, dragging the authoritative spirit back over to her. “I’m afraid I don’t have any light magic or holy magic in my book.”

The fairy remains silent, so does the rest of Sunset’s party at the dumbfounding revelation.

"What?" he asks. "What level are you?"

"Almost level nine," she responds as she reads her HUD. "What level are those spells normally available?"

"At least level fifteen!" the spirit explodes, startling Sunset's party and dragging over the attention of the other adventurers. "You could have leveled up if you hadn't sat on your asses all day and actually did some quests! Maybe the only one out of you seven who can actually defeat the general is Sunset!"

All eyes, even those not in her party, turn to the dark mage with astonishment and envy. She shrinks in everyone's presence but anger builds up inside her heart. She wants to grab the little ball of light and crush him into a million pieces if it's possible. However, anger is suddenly replaced by fear as the sound of clopping hooves drags her attention back to the trail.

The sky darkens with dense storm clouds, preventing even a sliver of light from shining down onto the gathered warriors. Up ahead, coming down the trail, is a black stallion with a person clad in heavy, glistening, onyx armor riding on top. A pair of horns protrude from either side of the helmet and point to the sky and black, draconic wings emerge from their back. Though the group can’t see it’s eyes through its helmet, they can tell it’s watching all of them with a blood-thirsty gaze.

Just like with the grotesque monster they first fought, a sharp pain runs through Sunset, Rarity, and Twilight’s skulls as if they’re about to shatter. Sunset can only assume that it’s due to their horn headwear being able pick up intense magical power. This time, the pain is almost unbearable and even worse than last time.

“So, you are the warriors of this village,” the general says in a deep, booming voice. His eyes scan the crowd of warriors and Sunset can tell he’s not impressed. “You all look absolutely pathetic.”

The general isn’t wrong, that much Sunset understands. After all, she and her friends are below level fifteen and can’t possibly face an opponent like this guy.

Suddenly, a though clicks in her mind. How can she know if she can indeed face him? She’s been able to read her friend’s levels but never those of the people and creatures around her. She’s never been able to tell if someone is too overpowered for her or if they’re small fry.

Curious, she opens her menu and ventures to her settings where she spots a small option to “View Base Character Stats”. Selecting it, her eyes are suddenly open to everything around her, allowing her to view the basic statistics of everyone around her—health, mana, and level.

Small numbers hang above each person, signifying their levels; the warriors around her are between levels ten and fifteen, a little odd considering they are nomadic adventurers. She’d had expected them to be insanely powerful because they travel but she should have noticed them shaking in their boots, causing a look of repugnance to form upon her face—ironic since she’s less powerful than them.

The demon general—whose name is revealed to be Adramelech—on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Sunset nearly staggers back as she gawks at a terrifying level twenty hanging above his head. She swallows a lump of anxiety but another one forms in its stead. She doesn’t know if it’s smart to fight an opponent so far out of their league, especially with her friends being less than level ten.

Unfortunately, the option for escaping is thrown out of the window as the general climbs down from his terrifyingly majestic steed and unsheathes his sword to face the pathetic crowd of adventurers.

“You can come face me one at a time,” Adramelech says as he point his sword at the crowd, “or come at me all at once so that I may slaughter you all at the same time.”

Sunset’s group stand their ground, not making a decision to move back or forward. However, a few of the other people around them take their stances as they unsheathe swords, summon staffs and grimoires, and buff their stats as high as they can before charging at the boss.

Adramelech doesn’t get into a fighting stance, but instead, waltzes towards the oncoming forces nonchalantly. Raising the gleaming sword above his head, the general brings the blade crashing down onto the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth, and knocks the advancing warriors back.

“Honestly, you’re pathetic,” he says as he readies his sword to bisect his prey. “I shall end this without even breaking a sweat. Now, come at me for real!”

The same downed warriors wearily rise back up and Sunset can see they’re terribly depleted of health from a single shockwave. Unfortunately, none of them attempt to restore their health before charging back at the general.

*SLASH*

Sunset had to have blinked because she can’t believe her eyes. In a mere, infinitesimal split of a second, every person that had attempted to attack the general, now lie on the ground with their bodies cut it two. They don’t spill any organs or blood but they have pixelated insides like computer code—though it still causes Sunset’s stomach to lurch. Their corpses fade into digital particles but the images of their dismembered bodies are seared into her brain.

Adramelech’s sword drips with fresh crimson essence, seemingly salivating for more death and destruction.

“As I said, pathetic,” he says as he wipes the blood from the gleaming blade. “Is there no one who can face me? I’m literally the weakest general in the Demon King’s army and you peons can’t even land a decent attack, let alone defend.”

Fear grips Sunset’s heart and her friend’s seem to be in the same boat. There’s no possible way for her to evade the boss’s attacks or find an opening, what with his seemingly impenetrable armor.

“Fine,” the general sighs with malaise. “I’ll just kill all of you at once and then—“

*BANG*

A sonorous gunshot echoes through the area followed by a loud clang. Sunset looks back to see smoke pouring out of Applejack’s pistol and the gunslinger’s face is filled with fear. She must have fired out of instinct or as a test but not even a dent is visible on the boss’s armor. She quickly holsters her gun and backs away slowly as Adramelech stares her down.

“It would seem we have another contender,” the boss says as he points his sword at the startled girl. “You decided to strike me, so come and finish what you started!”

Applejack, unfortunately, doesn’t attempt to do anything. All eyes are on her petrified figure, expecting her to do something but she just stands there, frozen in fear.

“That’s it!” Rainbow Dash shouts, dragging everyone’s attention over to her. She unsheathes her daggers and gets into a fighting position, her eyes blazing with newfound determination. “You wanna fight? Try me on for size!”

Sunset doesn’t even get to call her friend back before the rogue dashes off towards the general with blinding speed, making her seem like a rainbow blur.

“Oh? You’re approaching me?” the general questions. “Instead of running away like your friend, you’re coming right towards me?”

She zigzags and serpentines on her way to her target before releasing a flurry of swipes with her daggers. Every strike connects, and sparks fly as metal clashes with metal but the general doesn’t appear to be phased in the slightest. Finally, Rainbow appears behind the general, kneeling in the dirt in a dramatic pose.

“Omae wa mou shindeiru,” she sighs as she extravagantly tucks her weapons back into their holsters without even looking back at her target.

“Rainbow, behind you!” Pinkie Pie calls out.

Unfortunately, she’s too late as a metal-clad hand grabs the rogue by the skull and plucks her from the ground like a doll. That would explain why people should look back whenever they unleash a flashy attack.

“Shinde imasen! SHINDE IMASEN!”* Rainbow screams in terror as she kicks and swings at the general, either missing or barely making contact with him. “Let me go, you bastard!”

“Don’t worry, I will let you go...” Adramelech replies sinisterly as he rears his mighty blade back, “into the Great Beyond, that is!”

Sunset has had enough of her crippling fear and the terror brought upon her friends. Furiously flipping open her grimoire, she selects the first spell she lands on.

“FIRE MAGIC: INCINERATING CANNON BALL!”

The blazing ball fires from Sunset’s hand and heads directly for the general, who seems to wait patiently for the attack. Extending his arms, Adramelech openly embraces the spell, with Rainbow still in his grasp. Fortunately, the spell makes a direct hit, engulfing the demon general in wild flames and forcing him to release his hold on the rogue.

A pained grunt enters Sunset’s ears, filling her with a small sense of satisfaction, knowing she managed to deal some sort of damage to the boss. As the flames disperse, Adramelech is revealed to be singed and bits of his armor have begun to melt but he doesn’t mind it in the slightest. He simply tears off the melting plates, revealing his built figure and most of his features.

Beneath the steel armor is a black tank top that reveals the topography of his figure. His body looks as it’s been chiseled from stone and seemingly made of the same substance as his armor.

With his helmet removed, his face is revealed to be a lot more handsome than expected. His skin is scarlet and seemingly smooth. Flowing golden locks drape over his shoulders and piercing blue eyes peer into the crowd. Two adorable, small nubs are on his forehead and two more horns curve upwards from the sides of his temple.

“Looks like we have an actual challenge, ladies and gentlemen,” the demon general declares with a sinister grin. “You’re only level eleven and yet you have the power to actually harm me, unlike these worms.”

Looking at the boss’s health bar, Sunset can clearly see he’s only taken a sliver of damage. If she were to use the same spell over and over again, it would take too much time and mana to defeat him.

“What are you waiting for? Come and face me!” Adramelech commands.

Sunset stands her ground and raises her hands to cast whatever spells she may turn to or come to mind. Without giving much thought into a plan, she charges at the demon general head on, surprising everyone.

“Sunset, what are you doing!?” Twilight shouts. “You can’t take him down on your own!”

The dark mage doesn’t heed her friend’s words as she continues her advancement towards the boss; after all, she is the only one who can take him down. She may not be as strong or as high a level as the other fighters outside her party but she has the wit and the skill to be able to defeat him.

“FIRE MAGIC: FIRE CHAINS!” she chants.

From the atmosphere, a set of flaming, orange chains constrict Adramelech’s arms to his sides and buckle in his legs, completely restricting his movement. As he struggles with his constraints, the chains tighten around his body and scorch marks are imprinted into his flesh and clothes. Despite the pain and his restricted movements, however, a gleeful smile spreads across his face.

“Excellent!” he roars with joy. “I haven’t had a decent challenge in years! Let us fight until one of us falls into the hands of death!”

Sunset slides to a halt as she notices her spell beginning to deteriorate the more the demon general attempts to break free from them. Even still, the chains dig into his flesh, searing his body and armor like a full-body branding.

Using what little time she has left, Sunset conjures her BLOODHOUND ARROWS spell and fires ten projectiles at her opponent. To her horror, however, Adramelech manages to snap the chains like string. With his arms free, he swings his sword, destroying the oncoming spell in the blink of an eye.

“What more do you have, dark mage?” he asks as he points the tip of his blade at her. “Show me more. Entertain me!”

Sunset glowers at the demon general, knowing fully well she can’t keep up this battle for long. If she can’t end this battle quickly, she’s going to run out of mana and end up as a sitting duck. None of her friends have the power to even put a dent in his flesh and none of her own spells have the power to take him out without expending too much mana—all but her dark magic.

Anxiously, she flips to the first dark spell written in her grimoire—SHADOW PITS. Reading the ability description, her eyes widen from the amount of C̴̖͐́̕O̴̰̗̣͐R̸͎̍̑R̴̘̔͜U̶͇̳̜̎P̴̼͊̂T̵͖̱̒I̴͓̾̋͝O̶̩̫̞͆̈N̵̙͋ that will build up in her meter. However, she hardly has any other choice in the matter; either she uses the spell and sacrifice some of her humanity or she lets everyone die.

“You want to see what I’ve got?” Sunset asks as she scowls at the boss. Her fear and anxiety melt away as thoughts of hate and malice replace them. “I’ll show you why I’m called the dark mage! DARK MAGIC: SHADOW PITS!”

The pitch black shadows beneath Adramelech and his horse begin to squirm and morph unnaturally. The general looks down at his shadow with bewilderment and, strangely, fear. Suddenly, a cluster of hands emerge from the murky pits and grabs the demon general and his steed, dragging both of them into the void. They scream in terror as they struggle against the eldritch forces in vain, however, only hastening their demise.

Sunset stands frozen in awe and terror as the last of her enemy’s screams are silenced and they finally disappear into the darkness. To know her dark spells could be so strong, yet so terrifying, sends a shiver up her spine. She feels sick to her stomach and she looks at her quivering hands as if they’re stained with innocent blood.

“Sunset!” Twilight’s voice drags the dark mage back to reality.

Looking back, with the sun making is appearance once again, Sunset notices her friends running over to her with joyful expressions—contrary to Sunset’s look of disappointment. They all pile upon the petrified girl and hold her in an overwhelming group hug that seems to melt away Sunset’s terror and guilt. She thankfully embraces her friends and feels her sorrow leave from her.

“I wish we could have helped,” Fluttershy says with a bit of guilt. “Sorry we couldn’t help out when you needed it most.”

“It’s alright,” is what Sunset wants to say but something else takes its place and spews out of her mouth like venom.

“It’s not okay!” she explodes, forcing everyone away from her. “You could have helped me but instead, decided to sit around like a bunch of lazy ass bastards! I’ve been risking my fucking neck and gaining the most EXP while the rest of you—“

“Sunset Shimmer!” Alo shouts like a stern parent.

The dark mage freezes in her tirade and the mortified looks upon her friends’ faces make her realize what she just said. She covers her mouth with her hands out of shame as she starts to tear up from her explicit outburst.

“Sunset, are you okay?” Rainbow Dash asks.

Sunset Shimmer looks back to the rogue with tears streaming down her cheeks and wipes them away before answering. “I...I don’t think so...”

“That was a dark spell, right?” Rarity asks. “How much corruption did you accumulate so far?”

Looking around her HUD, Sunset notices herC̴̖͐́̕O̴̰̗̣͐R̸͎̍̑R̴̘̔͜U̶͇̳̜̎P̴̼͊̂T̵͖̱̒I̴͓̾̋͝O̶̩̫̞͆̈N̵̙͋ bar has increased by ten percent—which she conveys to the group.

“That would explain your brash words,” Alo explains. “Corruption accumulated by using SHADOW PITS varies by the number of enemies you manage to kill. Since you took out the demon general and his ride at the same time, you gained ten percent. You won’t see any physical changes yet but your actions will change.”

“So by tomorrow it should revert back to zero,” Sunset sighs. “I guess there’s some relief after all.”

A small exclamation mark pops up in the corner of her HUD where her inbox is. Opening it, she gawks at the heap of rewards from slaying the general—high-tier armor, weapons, and currency are stuffed within her inventory. Even her level has taken a massive leap, unlocking new abilities and spells in the process.

“We can rest later,” she says as she turns to face her friends with a joyous smile. “Right now, let’s eat and drink till we pass out into next morning!”

Split: Part 1—Reptilian Relations

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“Split up?” Rainbow Dash questions. She and the rest of the girls look at Sunset Shimmer with questioning gazes, confused by her decision.

An entire day has passed and Sunset’s [corruption] has returned to zero percent, but she can’t help but feel pissed. She silently nods in confirmation at her friend’s question and pulls out some flyers, each with unique, basic-seeming quests.

“We barely stood a chance against the demon general yesterday,” Sunset says in a serious tone. “We need to get stronger and we can’t rely on only a few people going on quests and giving everyone else half their experience points. We’re all gonna go on quests and gain our own EXP from now on.”

She glances over at Fluttershy, who seems troubled by the idea, but Sunset doesn’t care. They can’t afford to lose to anyone or anything at this point and she can’t rely on her dark magic—as powerful as it may be.

“I guess that’s a smart idea,” Twilight chimes in. She picks up a random flyer and reads it over. “I can probably take this one; Study the Culture of the Draco People. It requires people with high intelligence and the [Gentle Soul] quirk. Fluttershy and I can take that one.”

“Me?” the druid asks. “I-I don’t know...”

“Come on, Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie says as she firmly grasps her friend’s shoulders. “You’ve faced worse things back home so you can definitely take on whatever this world has. Think about the animals!”

Of course, using the poor defenseless animals to sway Fluttershy, the oldest trick in the book. Although it’s cruelly manipulative, it’s necessary to ensure Fluttershy plays her part to help the team grow.

“Okay...” she reluctantly replies.

With that, Twilight happily leads the despairing druid out of the room and down to the main foyer of the guild hall to claim the quest.

“Everyone else find something they can do,” Sunset grumbles as she strips off her armor completely, exposing her bare body to the piercing cold atmosphere. “I’m gonna take a quick nap.”

“Will do, Sunset,” Rainbow Dash says.

With Sunset doing just about everything—helping her team level up, going on dangerous missions, and slaying high-level enemies—she deserves a little time to herself. As she jumps into bed and closes her eyes to drift off to sleep, Sunset’s worries fade away into dust and a smile spreads across her lips.

Fluttershy’s not a fighter, it’s far too obvious to even the most dullest of creatures. She’s more of a fair maiden type or a damsel in distress, not a warrior or an adventurer. She wouldn’t even harm a mosquito if it was trying to drainher of her essence. Having to actually go out on a quest is like a nightmare to her, knowing she’ll certainly be forced to use her powers.

With the addition of not being a fighter, she’s not very athletic either. It’s only been a few minutes of walking and yet she can barely catch her breath. The fast-travel system dropped her and Twilight off near a forest just a mile or two away from their destination, forcing them to spend a few extra minutes or hourse to walk the Draco settlement. Her lungs are on fire and her legs feel like they are about to give in but the desire to help her friends and animals drives her to push through the pain.

Twilight, on the other hand, seems to be just fine and not exhausted at all. She’s walking right next to the dying druid, making sure to not let her fall behind and get lost during their trek. A few specks of sweat litter her face but she doesn't seem to be losing strength—most likely a quirk of being a knight.

“Are we almost there?” Fluttershy groans. “I hope I’m not being annoying by asking.”

“Yes, we’re almost there and no, you’re not being annoying by asking,” Twilight responds. “Just past this patch of forest and we’ll reach the Draco settlement. I can’t wait!”

“I can...” Fluttershy grumbles under her breath.

Though, despite the arduous trek, the reward at the end will be worth it. She’s relieved she’ll be able to rest and get some fresh water to quench her burning lungs soon. The small patches of shade from the forest canopy only provides some relief for the girls but not enough to satisfy them.

At last, the girls stumble out of the forest and lay eyes upon a small village surrounded by wooden pikes. There is no gate to cover the entrance, allowing visitors to view directly into the small village. A few straw and mortar huts are scattered around the area and four watch towers are around every corner of the inner perimeter. The Dracos are plainly living their lives, conversing with friends, bringing in fresh game, and practicing combat.

Twilight, being uncontrollably eager to learn new things, emerges from the forest and approaches the settlement. Fluttershy instinctually but reluctantly follows her friend, not wanting to stay behind but also afraid to enter.

The Dracos are man-sized crocodiles, each one varying in size and color but all of them—the males, especially—are muscularly built and their scales gleam like steel, along with their tan underbellies. Their jaws are lined with bone-crushing teeth and their eyes gleam like gold.

Small shreds of cloth cover their loins down to their knees and their weapons are safely tucked either behind them or holstered onto their hips.

Two Draco males—one copper-orange and another swampy-green—standing at the gateway to the bustling village spot the incoming adventurers and cross their primitive spears to prohibit entry. Fluttershy hides behind her knight in shining armor as the massive lizard men glower at them with icy stares. Although she and Twilight are just supposed to be studying the creatures, she can’t possibly muster the courage to talk, let alone stand before their presence.

“Good morning!” Twilight says in a cheery voice. The Dracos don’t seem to be too cheerful themselves, causing the knight’s smile to wilt a bit. “My name is Twilight Sparkle and this is Fluttershy.” The druid gives the two guards a small wave while remaining hidden behind Twilight. “We are here to learn more about your kind.”

The guards stand unwavering, their glares only intensifying by the second. Fluttershy trembles behind her shield, silently mouthing a prayer for them to not attack.

“I thought this would happen,” Twilight mumbles.

Everyone watches in anxiousness and curiosity as the knight pulls up her inventory screen and selects a small item from one of the slots. In her hands, a small plate of sweets appears and she offers the guards a sample. The giant lizards simply look to each other and the morsels with confusion and suspicion as if they’ve never seen sweets before.

“It’s food, not poison,” Twilight explains with an anxious smile.

The orange guard greedily reaches out a clawed hand to test one of the mouthwatering morsels but this green partner slaps his hand out of the way and chastises him in their tongue. Fluttershy is terrified, knowing the plan to gain their trust had failed. Fortunately, the green guard cautiously plucks a small cookie from the platter and plops it into his maw.

Fluttershy can feel sweat trickling down her face as she watches the Draco munch away on the cookie, savoring the flavor and texture like a foreign delight. She has no idea how a carnivorous creature like him could possibly enjoy something like human food, if it will enjoy it at all.

The guard’s eyes light up as if it’s tasted heaven and nudges his comrade to partake in the meal. Soon, the reptiles eviscerate the platter of sweets, leaving only frosting, chocolate chips, and crumbs to litter the platter. The empty dish begins to glow in a vibrant, golden light and evaporates into the atmosphere now that its contents have been used up.

“I take it you two enjoyed our little gift?” Twilight asks with a slightly more confident tone.

The guards answer by stepping out of the way and graciously allowing the girls full passage into the village. As they enter, Fluttershy cautiously watches the Draco guards, wary of them trying anything brash. Fortunately, they stand with giddy, drunken faces, barely paying any heed to the girls as they step foot into the village.

The Draco settlement is a lot more lively than Fluttershy had expected. Small, male hatchlings run around dangerously waving sticks like swords. The adult males are practicing actual combat in a small enclosure while another group bring in some hefty game. The females, both young and old—who have smoother scales and have an albino complexion—tend to the young and help in preparing meals and tanning hide.

The calm atmosphere is almost enough to bring Fluttershy out of her hiding spot...

“Humans in Draco village?” a gruff voice asks, causing the timid druid to jump in surprise and hide behind Twilight once more.

The girls look back to see a buff, emerald-scaled Draco with scars running across his face, torso, and limbs. A large loincloth covers his groin and a chipped sword is sheathed upon his hip.

His eyes glow with curiosity as he looks upon the girls with what Fluttershy believes to be a hungry glare.

“Dracos not get lot human guests,” he says in broken English. “Why humans here?”

Twilight turns to face the soldier with a gleeful smile, his appearance not bothering her in the slightest, and extends her hand.

“My name is Twilight Sparkle and this is my friend, Fluttershy,” she says. “We’re here to do some research on the Draco race and maybe make friends!”

The lizard-man cocks his head to the side and raises a confused brow at the knight’s explanation. “Re...search?” he asks.

Fluttershy had assumed their broken English meant they weren’t too fluent or knowledgeable in many words in the English language...but this is almost elementary-level knowledge they’re talking about.

“Uh, learning,” Twilight elaborates. “We want to learn more about your kind: your culture, lifestyles, activities, all that.”

“Humans...want be friends with Dracos?” the soldier asks, his eyes lighting up with joy. “Varn not get many human friend. Varn show humans village and learn about culture. Humans hungry?”

“I would love something to eat,” Twilight replies as she pats her stomach. “What about you, Fluttershy?”

The druid looks between the eager knight and the Draco with uneasiness but also a bit more safety. Although they’re carnivorous, they haven’t attempted to tear the skin from their bones, so they should be safe. She silently nods in affirmation and follows their tour guide through the village.

“Dracos live simple life,” Varn says as he shows the entirety of the village to the girls. “Dracos hunt, fight, and raise young. No need human things to have good life. Dracos strong in magic and strength and live long lives."

Twilight voraciously absorbs every bit of information Varn spits out, writing every last detail down on a small notebook that came along with the quest. Every facility, everything about their culture, history, even the way they split the functions between males and females is documented down to the very last detail.

The lifestyle of the Dracos is almost like that of humans: hunting, fighting, raising and nurturing children. With that connection, Fluttershy feels safer than she's ever been in this strange world; to know that there are strange creatures here that aren't too different from her or her friends in their behaviors.

"Humans like Draco village?" Varn asks.

"It's amazing, Varn!" Twilight says as she jots down a few more notes in her notebook. "Oh, we haven't seen what's in that hut over there."

She points to small hut with alabaster walls and a red straw roof. Unlike most of the other mundane huts, this one doesn't have windows to allow the light of day to peek in. A rainbow bead curtain swaying in the gentle breeze acts as the door. Oddly enough, it looks like a small love shack for copulation.

Varn chuckles a bit and gestures for the curious girls to follow him. As the adventurers stand directly in front of the doorway, they can hear muffled moans and heavy grunts coming from inside, further solidifying their theory of this being a love shack. Only until Varn pulls the bead curtain aside do the girls lay eyes upon two Draco's passionately making love in what was meant to be a private setting.

A large, merlot male lies on his back beneath his paramour, a snow-white female. Both reptiles are covered in sweat and the earth around them is drenched in either ejaculate or sweat or both.

The stench of musk and salty sweat pours out of the hut and into Fluttershy's nostrils, but it doesn't smell pungent at all. In fact, it's strangely ambrosial. Something stirs inside her, burning her insides and slithers down to her loins, causing a shiver to run up her spine. She hugs her arms, trying to keep herself from performing anything obscene, especially out in the open where so many of the denizens could see her. How ironic since she's watching these two go at it like teens at a kegger party.

They seem to be enjoying themselves, completely oblivious to the spectators just standing a few feet away from them. The male doesn't seem to show much restraint in his movements as he vigorously thrusts his dick into his mate's sopping depths. The female seems to be enraptured by her paramour's bestial thrusts, planting a kiss on his lips for a good job so far.

The male's cock accidentally slips out, allowing Fluttershy to get a good look at its design. It has a spear-tip head and a bulge at the base, marking what appears to be a knot, but it seems too small. Small striations and ridges line the throbbing, slick length, most likely to stimulate his lover's depths. He quickly grasps it and shoves it back into his mate's pussy, making sure to keep her satisfied and to make sure he reaches a fruitful climax.

The lovers speak something in their tongue that neither girl can make out until the male finally knots his mate, releasing his pent up seed into her womb. Eventually, white ropes of semen manage to escape their confines, running over and spilling out onto the earthy floor. Their tails intertwine and so do their serpentine tongues as they passionately make out in the heat of post coitus.

The scene is suddenly blocked out as the bead curtain swings back to cover the doorway. Fluttershy reels back in surprise and the rising lust in her nethers seems to cool down. Looking over to Twilight, she gawks at her as she proceeds to write down notes about what she's witnessed.

"Sex sacred to Dracos," Varn says. "Dracos hate Lust Queen when she dirty sex."

"Sex is good," Twilight responds as she sets her notebook away into her inventory. "It's better if done right and properly with the ones you love."

Varn nods in respect to her answer and rests his hands on the girls' shoulders. "Humans want to stay longer? Big celebration at night. Food, drink, and sex. No dirty sex. Whole village sex everyone for Fertility Goddess. No children watch or sex.”

Fluttershy's face burns red and her eyes widen in surprise at the invitation. Attending a celebration filled with everything including sex wasn't on her to do list in this world. She's not sure if she even should accept. However, watching those two Dracos going at it so passionately, so vigorously, makes her loins tingle once more.

"I think we can stay for a bit longer," Fluttershy whispers with a shy, eager smile.

Day turns to night with the flicker of torches and the eerie glow of the moon being the only sources of light. Most of the village is out while the hatchlings and underage civilians remain tucked away in their huts with their elders keeping watch over the village.

The actual celebration takes place deep in the woods, away from prying eyes. The activities are almost tribal in nature with shamans praying for grace from the many deities of the Dracos—with the Fertility Goddess being the main one for tonight—along with small theatrical displays, delectable food—luckily with vegetables and fruit for the guests—and more note taking by Twilight.

“This is amazing!” the studious knight squeals with delight as she jots down more notes, nearly filling up two-thirds of her journal. “Learning about a new culture, getting to experience that culture, is a dream come true!”

“Yeah...” Fluttershy mumbles as she anxiously stares down into her small cup of sweet, orange gumo juice.

The druid is glad to be a part of a ritualistic celebration; it's fun, boisterous, and jovial—but she's also afraid at the same time. Soon, the real festivities will begin and she doubts she can participate, let alone please someone due to her lack of experience.

She looks over to Varn, who accompanies the girls as they watch a small theatrical presentation going on, which seems to represent some sort of tragedy. The hulking lizard-man is nearly twice her size but seems to have a similar gentle soul like her, despite carrying around a battered sword.

"Varn," the druid mutters, grabbing the soldier's attention away from the show. "Do you like fighting? I don't know if it's a Draco thing but...do some Draco's like to fight?"

Varn's glistening golden eyes wander from Fluttershy and down to the chipped sword resting on his hip. He unsheathes it and rests the flat on his lap as he runs a hand over the cool steel.

"Fighting in Draco blood," he explains in a somber tone. "Draco fight only protect. Varn...not like killing but understand to protect friend and family. Varn like peace but world not peaceful." He turns his head to face Fluttershy with an understanding expression. "Fluttershy not like to fight at all, Varn can tell."

A warm blush spreads across the druid's cheeks, knowing just how shameful she's been this whole time. But hearing Varn's words strikes something in her—it ignites a dormant spark inside her.

"You're right," she mutters. She looks up at the Draco with a warm, thankful smile, which seems to strike him as odd. "I wouldn't hurt a fly and I sometimes drag my friends down but...I have to learn to be stronger. I want to be able to help my friends. It's like you said, 'the world isn't peaceful', that's why we have to fight to protect the ones we care about."

"Fluttershy strange," Varn chuckles. "Strange in good way. Varn like it."

Fluttershy opens her mouth to say something to thank him but a shrill shout from the shaman forces her to hold her tongue and look towards the ringleader. He shouts something in the Draco tongue that Fluttershy can only assume to be the commencement of the main course of the celebration.

All around her, the males and females cheer and strip themselves of their clothing, exposing their unsheathed erections and slavering cunts to one another. One by one or group by group, Dracos begin to copulate like it's their last day alive. Some of the females take on multiple, girthy cocks in each orifice while some of them enjoy the company of another female. Everyone has sex with whomever they like without argument or reprimand.

Watching so many of these creatures having sex out in the open and with each other so freely infatuates the timid druid. Her nethers begin to burn once again but she tries her best to abstain herself from seeming needy. She's not a sexual deviant...but she can't help but imagine having one of those Draco dicks inside her.

Fortunately, she won’t have to wait much longer as a trio of lecherous Draco males with their dicks just aching for release approach her. Anxiety festers in her heart as she ogles at the thirsting members, each one seeming as if they can tear her in two.

"Fluttershy enjoy celebration," Varn suggests. "Draco village 'safe zone'. No get lust here."

Although feeling somewhat lustful, she looks to Twilight for some reassurance but is aghast to see the knight already going to town on three horny males. One Draco has his cock buried in Twilight’s moist maw while two are getting their dicks jerked off by her surprisingly skilled handjob techniques. A few more surround the knight, pleasuring themselves as they wait patiently for their turns.

Twilight’s known to always try and learn things to the max, even with some hands-on experience from time to time. Watching the knight get a hands and mouth-on experience only eggs on Fluttershy’s carnal lust.

Her pussy is salivating for something to quench its thirst. Looking around at the Dracos surrounding her, she knows she can’t fight against her urges. She mind is telling her no, over and over again, but her body overrides any sense of self-control she has left and forces her to partake in the festivities.

Getting down onto her knees, Fluttershy grasps the first throbbing cock before her with both hands and savor’s its texture. It feels smooth, despite the striations, and the pre-cum allows for a more lubricated surface. Her fingers explore every nook and cranny, testing his most sensitive and most enjoyable parts to ensure her paramour is satisfied. As her fingers graze the corona around the head, a satisfied grunt escapes the lizard-man’s maw, sparking a small flame of pride in Fluttershy’s heart.

Never in a million years would Fluttershy believe she'd make love to a reptilian creature from another world, let alone sleep with anyone in general. Her timidity has always caused other boys to turn away from her, leaving her broken and alone, despite her friends always being there for her. Unfortunately, the comfort of her friends and the comfort of a special someone are completely different. Now, with so many males wanting a piece of her and with her timidity completely shattered, Fluttershy can finally have what she never could in her old life.

However, as much as she’d like to keep experimenting this cock for more sweet spots, she knows the other males can’t possibly wait. With their desperate faces and their hands slowly jerking their own dicks, they’re doing everything they can to satiate themselves and keep themselves from jumping the slutty druid.

Without testing the waters or even waiting to get adjusted to her paramour’s cock, Fluttershy eagerly accepts his member into her maw and savors every flavor that strikes her palate: earthy, salty, a bit of a strange tart flavor. Her tongue circulates around the thick tool, lapping up the trickling dewdrops of pre-cum before allowing it to venture deeper into her gullet.

The male grabs the back of the druid’s skull with his clawed hands and begins to thrust his dick in and out of her sopping maw. With every insertion, he manages to hit the back of her throat, only stopping at the small bulge at the base of his length. With every extraction, fear fester’s in Fluttershy’s gut as if he’d leave her desperate for more, only to be reassured when he plunges his cock back down her throat.

Fluttershy holds onto the Draco’s taut thighs, making sure to stabilize herself as he vigorously plunders her gullet without mercy. There is hardly any time for catching a breath when the only thing allowed in her mouth is a heaping helping of lizard cock.

Suddenly, the druid can feel her arms being wrenched from their posts and placed on two, throbbing shafts, each. Taking the gesture and trying her best at multitasking, Fluttershy takes her facefucking like a champ as she simultaneously jerks off the two impatient customers.

The one on her right has much more girth than the one on the left. Her hand can barely fit around its circumference, giving her the idea that it could be thicker than her forearm. The one on the left may be lacking in thickness, but it’s made up for in length. It’s nearly as long as her forearm and can possibly hit her cervix if she let it penetrate her.

The draco indulging in her mouth releases his hold on Fluttershy's head, allowing her to slowly but surely synchronize her handjobs with her blowjob, making sure each Draco is satisfied and she receives a hefty load of semen in return. She alternates between cocks, making sure each one gets a good feeling of her warm lips and the grip of her soft fingers. Each of them vary in taste and texture but they’re all uniquely satisfying in their own ways.

Looking up with the most innocent façade she can put on, she notices the three Dracos are inebriated with lust and pleasure. Each one looks ready to release their load but Fluttershy still has more to offer them. She can’t just let them blow their loads outside; after all, this is a celebration for the Fertility Goddess.

Releasing each of their rigid, throbbing tools from her grasp, she immediately strips off her armor and places it into her inventory, letting the lecherous lizards ogle at her seductive, pure figure. Turning around, presenting her plump derrière to the males, she gets down onto her hands and knees and waves her rump from side to side like a bitch in heat, inviting the boys to enjoy themselves.

One of the males eagerly approaches the druid, his length just aching to penetrate one of her desperate holes. Unfortunately, one of his tribe-mates hinder him and begins to chastise him in their tongue.

Fluttershy watches in boredom and repugnance as the males bicker and fight over her like squabbling children. Fortunately, the one she had first serviced with her mouth slips past his bickering brethren and takes the initiative to breed her.

He grabs hold of Fluttershy’s plump globes and spreads them apart to get a good look at her tight pucker. Having someone look upon her like this is almost orgasmic, but having his cock buried inside her would be far more ecstatic.

Fortunately, she gets her wish as something slides across the tight entrance. Strangely, it’s not hard but it’s loose and wet. Looking back, Fluttershy watches as her paramour slathers her ass in slick saliva, providing enough lubrication to force his way in. Contempt with his work, he grabs hold of his shaft, takes aim, and dives on into her depths.

A sharp pain courses through her body as she screams from the brute force upon her rear. Her wings extend almost instinctually from the shot of pain and her vision begins to blur. Fortunately, every ounce of agony melts into euphoric pleasure and her mind is warped to embrace it. A satisfied moan escapes her lips as the Draco begins his movements.

The lizard-man’s shaft is engulfed ever so slowly in order for Fluttershy to get accustomed to this foreign feeling. Her body slowly acclimates to every increase in thickness until her paramour finally hilts—knot and all.

The druid’s mind is flooded with ecstasy and bliss as her mate begins to thrust in and out of her ass. Her mind is so inebriated by lust and lechery, she can’t seem to focus on his rhythm in order to clamp down on his length. It doesn’t matter too much, however, as he begins to pick up speed and ferociously begins to pummel her rear.

His steel-like groin crashes against her soft globes like a hard paddle, bruising her yellow skin with red splotches, but she doesn’t mind. It’s almost like earning a kinky spanking; mixing euphoric pleasure with a painful rush and molding it into something simply rhapsodic.

Soft mewls escape her lips with each thrust. Her mewls evolve into depraved screams and moans as her paramour pulverizes her delicate rear. Eventually, she manages to clamp down on his shaft—tightening on his extractions while relaxing on his insertions. She doesn't want him to pull out, even when he cums. She want's every drop of his seed to flood her depraved depths.

Perhaps it’s from her previous blowjob but Fluttershy can feel her mate getting close to climax. His shaft begins to twitch in her confines as it builds up a hefty helping of semen near the tip. He hilts deep into the druid’s tight ass and, with the assistance of Fluttershy constricting her anus around the entirety of his length, releases his pent up seed. Hot globs of Draco spunk flood her ass and ecstasy floods her veins. Her mind begins to blank from the rush of pleasure, but as soon as her paramour removes himself from her depths, she regains focus.

Looking underneath her, she can see white essence dripping between and down her legs. Her ass hurts a bit but, even with her numbing euphoria dying out, it feels wonderful.

Glancing over at Twilight, Fluttershy smirks at the attention the knight’s been getting. Already, her body is covered from head to toe in Draco jizz. She looks completely drunk with lust and semen but continues to pleasure her paramours with what little strength she has left.

Speaking of which...

Fluttershy wonders where the rest of her Dracos have gone. An entire group should be here to fuck every hole in her body but no one else has risen to the occasion. Looking around, she notices a few of the males standing off to the side, watching her, and jerking their own dicks like they’re watching a porno.

So many eager males wanting to satisfy themselves with her. So many throbbing dicks ready to blow their loads inside and all over her body. So many opportunities she never could have had back home.

“Come on boys,” she beckons. The bold little druid lays on her back and uses her fingers to part her pure lotus before the spectators. “You don’t have to stand there all by yourselves. Fuck me...for the Fertility Goddess.”

As if understanding her or just taking her provocative gesture as an invitation—though Fluttershy doesn't care which—four males approach her, their dicks just swaying with every step as if bouncing with joy. Each one is unique in length, girth, and shape along with their respective bearers. Three of the Dracos seem experienced and raring to go while one seems timid like Fluttershy used to be. It won't be a problem for him, fortunately; she can take the reigns for him and make him adept.

One of the bold Dracos grabs Fluttershy from under her shoulders and lays her on top of him. The second contender kneels behind Fluttershy and places his warm, throbbing tool on her face, slathering his pre-cum all over her. His scent is ambrosial despite the sweaty, earthy smell. However, something near her groin drags her attention down. One of the experienced Dracos gently prods her pure lotus while the virgin gently sits on top of her and sandwiches his cock between her breasts.

Without much hesitation, each of her paramours get to work on their guest. The first Draco stuffs the druid's maw with his cock, plugging out any air from reaching her lungs. The one on top of her begins to massage her breasts, stimulating his cock with every squeeze of her voluptuous globes. The one in front of her positions his tool at her sopping, virgin entrance and gently penetrates her lips. A shot of pain courses through her body as her virginity has finally been shattered but it mellows out into euphoric pleasure. Finally, the one beneath her grabs hold of his dick and plunges it into her already agape ass.

With every hole in use and with her mind completely numbed with lust and debauchery, Fluttershy drowns in a sea of pleasure. Shot after shot of euphoria plunders her senses, driving her into an inebriated state of depravity.

Despite being drunk with sex, Fluttershy can still focus on what each of her mates are doing. Each one suddenly increases their speed and vigor, violently destroying her body. Her breasts are becoming sore from the increase in grip and her orifices feel like they're about to be torn open, but she desperately needs more.

It's all too soon but Fluttershy gladly accepts the wave of climax washing over her. One by one, each Draco releases their pent up seed into and onto her body. Her ass and gullet are flooded with semen while her womb is flooded with rich, thick, virile Draco seed. Hot ropes of spunk cover her face as the Draco atop her releases his virgin seed all over her, decorating her in white.

Each Draco pulls out and away, spent and satisfied, leaving the druid a broken, cum-stained mess. She barely move a single muscle and every orifice is flooded with semen. Her body is sore but she's enjoyed it while it lasted.

"You took that like a champ, Fluttershy," Twilight chimes. Looking up, Fluttershy sees Twilight's cum-stained face peering at her with a giddy smile.

The druid opens her mouth to thank her friend but is suddenly caught off guard by a sudden connection on her lips. Twilight, without hesitation or concern, plants a lustful kiss on the girl's lips. It feels warm and pleasant despite being fueled by lust. Fluttershy can feel her friend's tongue swishing around in her mouth, exchanging jizz and all sorts of flavors. As Twilight parts the kiss, only a strand of saliva and cum bridge their lips together.

"Do you mind cleaning me off, Fluttershy?" the knight requests with a slurred voice.

Fluttershy is slightly confused by her friend's request until Twilight hovers her cum-filled snatch over her face. The pink lips of her flower are basically leaking with nectar and seed, dripping onto Fluttershy's face.

Although her body can barely move and even though she doesn't swing that way, lust fuels Fluttershy to open her mouth and accept her friend's thirsting cunt. The scent is what hits her first; despite the smell of salty, musky semen, the scent of lavender and sweets flood her nostrils. Twilight has always smelled wonderful but even covered in Draco spunk, she still smells delectable.

Her taste is also phenomenal. As Fluttershy laps away at the knight's tender folds, collecting her fluids and the leaking jizz, a sweet, tart taste washes over her palate like strawberries and citrus. She swishes her tongue from side to side, collecting as much of her friend's essence as she can and swallows it into her gullet.

Suddenly, something makes contact with her own loins, though Fluttershy doesn't look at the source, knowing exactly what's going on. She can feel her lower lips being stimulated by Twilight's agile tongue. It gently encircles her outer labia and works its way in, teasing her vulva and her exposed clit. With Twilight's exquisite skills, Fluttershy can barely focus on her own tasks, but is sure she's gotten everything she needs so far.

At last, Twilight earns her fill and flips over, planting one last kiss of the druid's lips before laying her head on her soft breasts.

"You know..." Twilight whispers, "...I don't think I'd ever want to leave."

Fluttershy feels the exact same way. She may have family and other friends back home, but here, she can be and do whatever and whoever she wants without repercussion.

Split: Part 2—Dungeon Debauchery

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Rainbow looks upon a stone gateway with determination and exhilaration. Peering into the dark abyss within, her hope dwindles a bit. Although the quest description did say this is just a beginner's dungeon, Rainbow's certain she'll find some pretty hefty loot buried away. Deep inside the dark catacombs, past the hordes of Undeads, traps, and puzzles lies a long-lost treasure—sitting there for the taking.

Hopefully, her partner can just get as serious as she is for this expedition.

"This is so exciting! Are you excited? Because I'm excited! It looks dark and creepy but who knows what we'll find! There could be gold, weapons, armor, blah, blah, blah, blah..." And Pinkie Pie goes on and on and on about the dungeon and its coveted wealth.

As much as Rainbow Dash loves the hyperactive bard and her almost quirky behavior, now is definitely not the time for such antics. They're about to enter a dungeon and face who knows what, and all Pinkie can do is lose focus on what's ahead.

"...If only we could have invited the other girls to join us, then they could have all the EXP instead of us just splitting it with them—"

"Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie," Rainbow calls out, finally shutting the party-girl's mouth up. "Look, if we want this to be quick and easy, we need to be stealthy. That means no prancing around, no making too much noise, and definitely no lollygagging when we run into trouble."

Pinkie gives the rogue a firm salute and stands at attention, though Rainbow's intuition is warning her she won't keep up this calm, quiet attitude for long. Nevertheless, she shrugs it off and ventures into the dungeon—with her hope dwindling by the second.

Small torches illuminate the pitch black corridors, allowing for easy passage through the dungeon. However, the dark wouldn't have been a problem or Rainbow, since for the rogue, it's like the light of day manifests in even the darkest of places. Her eyes are specialized for sensing nearby traps and knowing where everything is like the back of her hand.

Unfortunately, Pinkie Pie prances around aimlessly in front of her, making it nearly difficult for the rogue to warn her friend of incoming traps.

"Pinkie, slow down!" Rainbow shouts, her voice echoing through the cavernous corridors. "If you trigger a trap, I'm not gonna be the one responsible for what happens!"

Aw, come on, Dashie!" Pinkie replies. She turns around to face the rogue but she doesn't stop walking down the path. "What could possibly go wrong?"

Everyone knows saying the cursed phrase is bad luck, especially with Pinkie’s track record. Rainbow stays alert for any signs of monsters or hidden traps that Pinkie may come across. Her daggers feel like bricks in her hands and the air seems to have gotten thinner. Although this is supposed to be a beginner-level dungeon, it feels like they stepped into a high-level bastion.

*CLICK*

The sound of a triggered trap catches Rainbow's ears and floods her with fear. Looking to Pinkie Pie, she notices the bard's foot is standing on a sunken pressure plate. Pinkie stands frozen in terror, looking up, as the ceiling above her starts to crumble. Collecting herself, Rainbow dashes over to her friend and pushes her out of the way, just in the nick of time, before the ceiling could fully collapse on her friend.

"Pinkie Pie!" Rainbow bellows in rage. "What were you thinking!?"

As the two cough and struggle for air within the thick cloud of dust and particles, Rainbow can see the bard's face melting in shame and guilt, almost dousing the flame of anger in her heart. Rainbow shakes it off and rises from her spot, patting off the dust from her armor and hair before raising her partner from the ground.

"Sorry, Rainbow," Pinkie says. "I just...got a little carried away."

"Yeah, you did," the rogue frustratingly replies. "Look, just don't go running off without me. Only I can see the traps hidden around here. Capeesh?"

The bard nods her head in compliance and follows Rainbow, making sure to stay right on her tail.

"It's a little weird we didn't run into any monsters yet," Pinkie whispers. "D'ya think we'll run into one when we turn this corner?"

Rainbow Dash mutters a curse under her breath at the bard’s hopes. The last thing she needs is for some skeletons or random monsters to come out and kill them...or worse.

"Don't jinx it, Pink," the rogue replies as she peeks around the next corner. She sighs in relief when nothing comes out to jump her, though she can't be too certain about what's lurking deeper down the corridor. "I don't know how good you are when it comes to using your spells and stuff, so I really don't wanna run into anything and get caught in your music magic."

"Aw, come on, Dashie!" the bard says as she prances around her friend. "I'm sure whatever we face, we can take it down together!"

Just as she makes her declaration, a low growl rumbles through the cavernous walls, shaking the loose, stone ceiling above. Rainbow is one hundred percent sure Pinkie Pie jinxed them but she can't worry about that now as something huge barrels its way through the hallway. Eight glowing, red eyes shine through the darkness and they seem to be filled with malicious intent and hunger. Two hairy arthropod legs emerge from the darkness and pull forward to reveal a giant, grotesque spider.

The girls step back in terror as the monster eyes them like flies in its web. A viscous green substance froths from its fanged mouth, melting the stone foundation beneath it. It has a putrid stench that smells like sulfur and rotten meat that nearly stun the girls with disgust. However, fear seems to drown out all other feelings in their hearts as the spider slowly advances.

Analyzing the creature's base stat's, Rainbow identifies the creature as a Queen's Offspring: Acidic Variant spider. That makes sense considering it's putrid saliva. However, her eyes widen to see a whopping level fourteen over its head—three whole levels above her and Pinkie. However, they should still be able to knock it out, even if it may take some time.

"Pinkie, I think now would be a good time to do something!" Rainbow suggests in desperation. "I don't care what you use, just—"

She doesn't get to finish her sentence before the calm tune of a lute flows through the corridor. Rainbow watches as what seems to be mystical lines and notes of sheet music flow like strings in the wind towards the spider. The notes encircle the monster, temporarily holding it in place as if hypnotized by the tune.

"Woah," Rainbow says in awe as Pinkie prances around while playing her lute. "I thought spiders didn't have—"

Suddenly, the beast releases a sonorous roar through the cavernous corridor, causing the walls to tremble. The girls cover their ears from the shrill screech and only release their hold the moment the spider shuts its trap.

"Yup. Spiders don't have ears," Rainbow sighs. "I got this!"

Unsheathing her daggers, Rainbow charges towards the eight-legged beast, ready to slice away at its carapace. The spider sprays its acidic saliva at its assailant, but the rogue easily dodges and continues her advancement. The beast opens its mouth to regurgitate more acidic projectiles but Rainbow Dash takes the opportunity to sheath one of her daggers and extract a single throwing star from her inventory. Taking aim, she hurls the weapon into the beast's maw, letting it tear apart its viscera.

The spider screeches in pain and its health slowly deteriorates with each passing second, but it's not enough to kill it. It would be risky to attack it head on and up close, plus Pinkie's music isn't doing much to the monster to ease the situation. Although she's not the smartest person, the rogue grits her teeth as she tries to find a solution to their problem.

Suddenly, an idea sparks in her mind.

"Pinkie!" the rogue calls out, turning to her friend. "Do you have any spells that can buff teammates?"

The bard quickly opens up her skill tree and sifts through her abilities before landing on a specific one. "Yeah. I think I get what you're trying to do, Rainbow Dash!”

Strumming her lute, Pinkie plays a wild, metallic song. The notes are harsh and brutal, but Rainbow can feel strength and a strange calm coursing through her body. Her daggers feel like feathers in her hands and she feels like she can run a marathon ten times over.

The rogue charges at the spider, screaming a valiant battle cry in the face of possible death. All worry fades away as Pinkie’s violent music rings through her ears. All there is in front of her is another bug to squash.

The spider launches another shot of acid, which Rainbow manages to jump over. She gracefully lands on the beast’s abdomen and begins clawing away at its thick shell with her blades. It writhes around and attempts to buck her off but its actions are in vain in this congested space as it just bumps into the walls. The creature’s health rapidly goes down with every swipe of Rainbow’s daggers; green, putrid blood splatters along the walls and the rogue as the beast screeches in agony.

At last, the spider collapses, its health finally drained, and lays motionless on the floor. Rainbow stops her barrage a moment later, just now realizing her foe has been rendered silent. The adrenaline rush of battle consequently causes her arms to quiver uncontrollably and her heart races. Her limbs ache and she’s suddenly short of breath but her victory provides her with some relief.

She slides off of the dead monster’s corpse and lumbers over into Pinkie Pie’s open arms. Strangely, the bard feels warm and cuddly all of a sudden. Rainbow’s never noticed this about her friend before but it feels pleasant.

“You okay?” Pinkie asks as she sets the rouge down onto the floor. “You did great killing that thing. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been much help.”

Rainbow looks at her friend with confusion and offense. Furrowing her brows, she grabs the bard by the shoulders and looks her in the eyes. Pinkie has a look of guilt in those shimmering blue irises and Rainbow can’t stand to see it.

“You were helpful, Pinkie!” she argues. The guilt in the bard’s eyes are suddenly replaced by confusion, but Rainbow doesn’t stop. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to take that thing down in the first place. Your skills helped out and we get to reap the rewards together!”

A small spark ignites in Pinkie’s eyes as she registers her friend’s words. Suddenly, a grateful smile spreads across her lips as he hugs the rogue with tears streaming down her face. Although she's not a huge fan of hugs, Rainbow Dash will let this slide for once. She waits until Pinkie’s takes her fill and rises up with her.

“Let’s get back to looting this place and getting the heck out of here, ‘kay?” she suggests.

The bard nods in compliance but her attention is suddenly dragged over to something behind the rogue. Rainbow looks back to see the giant spider glowing with a golden light before its body fades into pixels, leaving only a small chest in its stead.

Rainbow cautiously ambles over to the chest and opens it up to reveal a plethora of exquisite loot! Crafting materials, worn-out armor, and some body parts from the beast are sitting here for the taking.

“What did I say?” Rainbow asks as she looks to the bard with a cocky grin. “We’re gonna reap the rewards together!”

"I found one!" Pinkie cries out.

Her voice echoes through a small chamber and through the rest of the dungeon, causing Rainbow to wince in fear. Looting chests is supposed to be a simple task but nothing is really simple or safe when Pinkie’s around. If another monster heard them, they'd be swarmed in no time.

Rainbow waltzes over to the chest the bard is sifting through and takes a peek. Hidden within are some simple potions and gold. However, one strange vial catches her eye. It's a glass bottle in the shape of a phallus with the balls being the cork. As she hovers her hand over it, the name of the item is revealed: Dick Growth Tonic.

"What the..." Curious, Rainbow decides to read the item description to learn more about the strange tonic. "Dick Growth Tonic is used to help men with erectile dysfunction. Provides greater stamina and greater semen volume while also adding a temporary increase in length. WARNING: Use on animals will cause uncontrollable heat and lust. Use on women will cause literal dick growth."

Although disgusted by the description, Rainbow repeatedly tosses the bottle into the air and back into her hand as if it's a hefty bag of cash.

"I'm sure we can sell this off at the nearest alchemy shop or something," Rainbow says as she tucks the tonic away in her inventory. "Grab whatever else is in here and let's head on out."

As Pinkie empties out the rest of the chest, Rainbow looks back to see an even larger chest adorned in gold and jewels. She doesn't know if it's the rogue's instinct to be greedy but she suddenly has a desire to have even more than what she's already found. She knows this could be a trap or a Mimic but the upside is too good to ignore.

Unsheathing her daggers, Rainbow precariously approaches the bedecked, extravagant chest. She holds her breath in suspense and gets ready to run the moment something goes awry. She looks around the chest, making sure nothing is out of place or acts like a trigger. However, a single stone brick in front of it seems to be a bit more elevated than the others, signifying itself to be a pressure plate of some sort. After cautiously stepping over the loose brick, Rainbow gets within a few inches of the chest. She wearily reaches out a dagger and gently taps the lid. It doesn't react.

Releasing her pent up breath, Rainbow opens up the chest to reveal a bounty of goodies. Heaping sacks of gold and silver, plenty of materials for upgrading weapons and armor, and plenty of potions for mana and health.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot, Pinkie!" she exclaims as she stuffs her inventory with goods.

“Ooh, ooh! What is it, Rainbow?” the bard inquires.

Rainbow Dash suddenly freezes as she hears her friend’s footsteps echoing through the chamber as she quickly approaches her. The rogue looks back in terror to see Pinkie Pie’s foot pressing down on the pressure plate, triggering some sort of trap.

The area around them begins to tremble and dust rains down from the weak ceiling above. Rainbow notices that there are small holes along the entire ceiling, most likely used to shoot out projectiles. Realizing she has no time to escape, Rainbow covers her head, ready to accept the incoming barrage.

But nothing happens.

Utterly confused, the rogue looks up to see only dust puff out of the holes and descend upon the duo. They hack and cough, attempting the get the pesky particles out of their lungs but it’s irritating and doesn’t seem to want to be expelled. After a few seconds, the itching feeling in their chests and throats calm down and a new feeling overcomes them.

“Pinkie, you good?” Rainbow inquires.

As she looks over to her friend, the rogue’s eyes widen in shock. For some reason, her vision has put up a pink backdrop behind the bard, somehow making her look even more arousing. Her heart begins to race and sweat dribbles down her figure, getting trapped within her tight armor. What’s stranger is that her crotch begins to burn and—if she’s not mistaken—is starting to drool, drenching her panties.

Attempting to shake off these strange feelings in her body, she quickly grabs Pinkie by the arm and hoists her onto her feet. She looks dazed and her bubblegum cheeks burn bright red.

"Pinkie. Pinkie, are you okay?" Rainbow asks, worry forming in her heart.

She shakes the bard, snapping her from her mindless trance. Pinkie looks at the rogue with hazy eyes and she suddenly moves closer, her lips slightly agape as if reaching for a kiss. Taking note of this, Rainbow gently pushes her friend back, allowing herself to get some space and to register what's going on.

"Pinkie, what the fuck!?" she barks in surprise. "What do you think you're doing?"

The bard simply smiles a toothy grin and licks her chops, completely ignoring Rainbow's fearful expression and words. She slowly approaches her friend like a lumbering zombie; this time, Rainbow doesn't attempt to move or impede her friend's advancements. Her body won't allow her to move a muscle to act despite her brain firing off plenty of warnings.

Looking around her HUD, Rainbow Dash notices that her 'lust' meter has slightly increased by ten percent. As she looks up at her partner, she notices that Pinkie has a similar amount accumulated. Even with this amount, they should still have some control over themselves, but Pinkie seems to be completely out of it.

"Shit, Pinkie! That dust was some kind of aphrodisiac! You gotta snap out of it! You can't do this!"

"Aw, why not, Dashie?" the bard drunkenly asks. "I know you want a piece of me too."

Although she's not wrong, Rainbow has never tried to force herself upon her friends like this—aphrodisiac or not. However, looking over the bard's figure, Rainbow's cheeks begin to burn and her lower lips begin to salivate uncontrollably. There's almost nothing she wouldn't do to get a good taste of her delicious curves and slavering snatch but this seems to take things too far.

Pinkie stands just an inch away from her friend's fearful face but it feels like she's already making contact with her. A jolt runs up Rainbow's spine as something clutches her rear. Looking behind her, she notices Pinkie's hands are firmly grasping her voluptuous cheeks like balloons.

"I knew your ass was amazing, but hot diggidy!" Pinkie teases. She massages Rainbow's rear while fluctuating on her grip, tightening it ever so slightly each time she clamps down. "Come on, Dashie..." Pinkie's lips are only a few infinitesimal centimeters from Rainbow's; her breath smells sweet and minty and it's warm as it brushes against her cheeks. "...I wanna have a taste."

All reason and morality are thrown out the door as the aphrodisiac coursing through Rainbow’s body finally takes effect. She forcefully grabs her friend’s face and plants a violent kiss on her lips. It feels absolutely amorous and so wrong at the same time. Her first time should have been sensual and meaningful but lust and desire fuel her actions.

Something grabs Rainbow by the crotch, forcing her to gasp in shock and break the kiss. Looking down, she notices Pinkie's hand massaging her drenched lips through her tight pants. Two fingers press between her labia while her thumb gently teases her clit. Wanting more, Pinkie reaches her hand into the rogue's pants and begins to finger her thirsting cunt.

Rainbow squirms as an unfamiliar feeling courses through her body. She wants more of this strange, intoxicating sensation coursing through every nerve in her body. Pinkie's digits move in and out of her depths while her thumb gently teases her clit, sending pleasurable jolts up her body. With the aphrodisiac intensifying her pleasure, her legs suddenly feel weak like jello, forcing her to fall to her knees as she hits what feels like her very first orgasm.

"Not bad for a virgin," Pinkie commends. She extracts her fingers from her friend's crotch and licks her digits, savoring the flavors she's collected. "Tart and sweet like candy. You're a real treat, Dashie."

Pinkie drops to her knees and gently pushes Rainbow onto her back. The rogue looks up at her friend, drunk with lust but understands what is to come. Without waiting for a signal of any kind, Rainbow Dash strips off her armor and drops it into her inventory, allowing her friend to view her unsullied body. Spreading her legs and using her fingers to part her drenched lips, the shameless rogue presents herself before her friend, begging to be satiated of this lust.

Pinkie licks her lips and proceeds to dig into her meal with fervor. Even in this alternate world, her tongue is just as unnatural as ever. It seems to have a mind of her own as it laps away at Rainbow's cunt and collects her precious essence. The agile serpent digs deeper, hitting the rogue's sweet spots, unlike anything Rainbow has experienced before with her toys back home. It manages to writhe around her walls, sporadically hitting her g-spot, and occasionally tapping her cervix every time it’s extracted.

Feeling Pinkie about to pull back, Rainbow grabs the bard by the back of the head and buries her face deep into her desperate crotch. To make sure her paramour doesn't dare try to escape, the she puts Pinkie in a head lock, crossing her legs over the girl's neck to make sure she eats her out until she reaches another euphoric climax.

"Come on, bitch!" Rainbow demands as she forces Pinkie deeper into her slavering snatch. "Lick it up like the good little slut you are!"

Rainbow has no idea where these words are coming from and she'd never speak to her friends in such a way in any given situation. However, her mind doesn't seem to care too much about what Pinkie thinks or what her reaction will be. In this given moment, she's going to punish the bard and make her her little fuck toy until she can properly cum. She won't show mercy, leniency, or compassion as she fucks her brains out.

However, with her mind focused on achieving a blissful climax, Rainbow doesn't notice her legs being pried apart and her little toy has been freed from her grasp until it's too late. The rogue watches with betrayal as the bard undresses and pulls out a small, familiar vial from her inventory. Her eyes widen in terror as Pinkie downs the bottle of Dick Growth Tonic and smiles at the once-dominant girl with smarm.

Just above Pinkie's pussy, her crotch begins to morph and squirm until a thick, veiny cock is formed. It twitches and pulsates with life, ready to be released of tension and spunk. Thick, viscous globs of pre-cum dribble from the tip like a broken tap, providing it with ample lubrication for penetration. The smell is sweaty, musky, and earthy, but ambrosial and tantalizing, nevertheless.

Although a virgin in the ways of sex with someone with a throbbing appendage—despite pleasuring herself with a few dildos back home—Rainbow can't help but hunger for her friend's twitching tool.

As Pinkie stands, Rainbow crawls over to her like a panting bitch in heat and gently grabs hold of her friend's endowed member. It feels smooth in her grasp, from the base to the head. She teases the tip, glazing it with the ample supply of leaking pre. If only there were a set of balls she could fondle and bury her face into, but what she's working with right now—the sheer size and girth of Pinkie's cock—is good enough.

Losing herself to debauchery and desire, Rainbow opens her lips and submissively accepts Pinkie's cock into her moist maw. The second the round head of Pinkie's member grazes Rainbow's tongue, a wave of mouthwatering flavors hit the rogue like a truck. It's earthy and salty but they are overcome by a tantalizing sweet flavor like candy and cherries. Whatever it is, the strange blend of flavors only manages to drive Rainbow to proceed in satisfying Pinkie.

She begins bobbing her head, making sure to take things slow before pushing herself to take the entirety of her friend's length. She swirls her tongue around the girthy length, attempting to collect more of its delectable flavor and coax out it's precious essence. Carefully, so as to not asphyxiate herself on her own spittle, Rainbow moans, vibrating her throat around the length of Pinkie's tool.

As she looks up, the submissive rogue smiles as Pinkie seems to be enjoying herself. With her head tilted back and mouth agape, breathing heavily, she's absolutely enraptured by the skills Rainbow never knew she had. Her vibratory moans, her tongue's skills, and the way she gradually accepts more of Pinkie's length down her gullet edges the bard closer to climax.

"Fuck, you're amazing, Dashie," Pinkie moans with delight as she leers down at the rogue. "For a virgin, you sure know how to make a dick feel good. You sure you haven’t sucked a few dicks back home?”

Rainbow smiles at the compliment like the submissive pet she is. However, her joy is suddenly shattered as the dominant bard grabs her by the back of the head and proceeds to violently face-fuck her. Despite the sudden surprise, Rainbow takes the hardcore oral fucking like a champ. She can feel Pinkie's member reaching down her throat and her nose keeps crashing into the base of the bard's crotch. She feels like she could choke up on her own spittle at any moment but she doesn't want this to end.

"You're so good, I'm going to give you a little treat for all your hard work," Pinkie states. "Say 'Facial'!"

As she makes the demand, Pinkie pulls her drenched cock out of Rainbow's maw, allowing her to get some fresh air into her lungs. Pinkie jerks herself off, ready to release her pent up load all over the rogue's pretty little face—and she lets her. Raising both of her hands and putting up peace signs, opening her mouth and hanging out her tongue like a panting bitch, Rainbow presents herself to receive her "treat".

Finally, after fervently jacking herself off, Pinkie manages to hit her breaking point, allowing her pent up jizz to splatter all over the rogue's expectant face, painting her blue face with white. Her multicolored hair earns a new streak of color as Pinkie manages to aim everywhere, leaving the rogue a sticky, smelly mess. Some salty globs manage to land in Rainbow’s mouth, which she eagerly swallows without hesitation. A few drops land on her plump breasts, which she lathers on herself like lotion.

At last, Pinkie's load has been expelled and Rainbow Dash is left covered head to tits in semen. The stench is inebriating and the taste is luscious. Rainbow's mind feels like it may blank at any time and her eyes

To both girls' surprise, Pinkie's shaft hasn't gone away. As a matter of fact, it's still erect and it looks like it can release another healthy load.

"Well, how about a round—WOAH!" Pinkie cries out as Rainbow Dash tackles her to the floor. "Rainbow? What are you—"

"Shut the fuck up," the rogue cuts off with a sinister grin. She grabs her own bottle of Dick Growth Tonic from her inventory and downs it like a bottle of booze. Wiping away the dregs of tonic from her mouth, Dash kisses the bard on the lips, exchanging the residue of tonic and cum with her. "I don't mind a round two, but I'm gonna take the lead role this time. Got it?"

Pinkie's shocked expression fades away into an eager smile. "Okie dokie, lokie!" she chants.

Rainbow’s crotch grows a cock only a few inches greater in girth and length than Pinkie’s. She grins maliciously at her friend as she gently slaps her pink cheek with the hard, blue dick, giving her a clear instruction on what must be done. Taking the hint, Pinkie opens her mouth and graciously accepts Rainbow’s member into her maw.

The sensation is unlike anything the rogue has ever experienced. Pinkie's mouth is warm and moist. The way she moans around Rainbow's length, the way her spittle lubricates the rigid cock, it's all so overwhelming for her first time. Her cock twitches as these unfamiliar sensations wash over her, flooding her with warmth and serenity.

Rainbow grabs Pinkie by the head and forcefully gives her the same rigorous face-fucking the bard gave her earlier. Being on the receiving end was a bit pleasurable for Rainbow's senses but being dominated like that—like a simple fuck toy—was humiliating in her mind. That was not how she rolls. Now, being on the giving end, she's able to take Pinkie Pie and make her her bitch.

Rainbow can feel her dick pulsating, ready to be freed of tension. The rogue wants to finish but letting her cum decorate Pinkie's face would be a waste. If there's anywhere she's going to release her seed, it's going to be in her cunt.

Immediately, Rainbow removes her desperate cock from Pinkie's maw, letting the bard get a good gasp of fresh air. The rogue towers over her friend and grabs her by the arm, raising her up to her level. Pinkie's eyes are dumbstruck and flooded with desire. It's obvious to Rainbow that Pinkie is just thirsting to be fucked.

"Who's a good bitch, Pinkie?" Rainbow taunts.

"I am," the bard drunkenly replies.

"That's right. And good bitches get a treat, right, Pinkie?"

Pinkie's eyes light up at the suggestion and she sticks her tongue out, just like mutt she is. "Yes! Yes! Give me a treat, please!"

"Get on your hands and knees for me, then," Rainbow commands.

As instructed, Pinkie drops down into doggystyle-position, her rump wagging in the air, her eyes filled to the brim with desire, her pussy drenched with juices, and her cock still rock hard. As much as Rainbow wants to have a taste of her precious cunt, she can't waste time and give Pinkie a chance to overpower her in some way.

Immediately, the dominant rogue grabs one of Pinkie's plump cheeks and gives it a firm slap, causing the sound to reverberate throughout the dungeon. At this point, Rainbow doesn't care if some monster pops up to fuck their brains out; they're more than welcome to join on in.

Suddenly, a shrill beeping drags the rogue's attention away from her prize and up to the top right section of her HUD. A timer counts down to the time remaining for the dungeon to stay active. So far, only five minutes remain until the doors close and Rainbow and Pinkie lose everything they've earned here.

"What's wrong, Dashie?" Pinkie asks. The rogue looks down at the cheeky girl with a horrified expression now that her thought is slowly clearing up. "I thought you were going to make me your bitch?"

The gravity of the situation dawns on her and Rainbow opens her inventory to select her only bottle of lust-reducing potion and drink it. She knows Pinkie won't want to follow suit, so Rainbow Dash does the only logical thing and plants a kiss on the bard's lips, exchanging her potion with her and ensuring she gets her head out of the clouds.

Slowly but surely, their lust is reduced to zero and the memories of their sexual encounter is wiped clean from their memories. Their dicks fade away, tingling as they evaporate into nothingness, and are left with nothing but their own sexes.

"Pinkie, we need to get the fuck out of here!" Rainbow exclaims.

Pinkie looks around the dungeon wearily as her mind slowly comes to. Without wasting time to put on their clothes, Rainbow grabs her friend by the arm and runs to the exit, disregarding the incoming traps or the respawned monsters.

At last, the two emerge from the dungeon a second before the doors can shut on them. They flop onto the warm pasture, relishing the gentle rays of the sun on their backs as they try to relax. Rainbow Dash looks over to Pinkie, who seems about ready to fall asleep, but she gently shakes her awake.

"Come on, Pinkie," Rainbow beckons. "Get dressed and get up. We have to keep moving."

"Just leave me, Rainbow," the bard mutters. Rainbow raises a confused brow but her face morphs into one of concern when she notices Pinkie's depressed face. "I'm just going to hold you back, just like I did before. Just let me stay here for a bit and I'll—"

"Damnit, Pinkie!" Rainbow bellows, catching her friend off guard. "You're not useless! I told you this already! We all make mistakes but you gotta be more careful and work past that!"

Pinkie's depressed façade is wiped away and superseded by a brighter one, much to Rainbow's delight.

"You're starting to sound like Sunset Shimmer, you know that?" Pinkie asks. "I think you're starting to sound like a—"

Rainbow Dash puts her finger on Pinkie's lips to shut her up as she glares daggers at her. "Don't you fucking say it."

Pinkie's smile widens, despite her friend's warning. "Egghead."

Rainbow wants to smack the bard in the back of the head for the comparison, but most of her strength is already gone from their battle with the Queen's Offspring and from fucking each other. She'll just have to administer a punishment some other time. Right now, they have to bring their newly gathered resources back to Impekka.

Split: Part 3—Lecherous Lycanthrope

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Applejack looks at the job request she and Rarity had chosen and gazes into the quaint village. The one who put in the request should be somewhere here and, considering how lightly populated the village is, they shouldn’t be too hard to find.

“Applejack, darling,” Rarity pipes up, “did we really have to choose a werewolf hunt above everything else?”

The sharpshooter looks over to the mage’s fearful face with understanding and sighs. She rests a hand on Rarity’s shoulder and looks her square in the eyes, her own resolve unwavering.

“Rarity, ya wanna go back to Sunset and tell ‘er we screwed up on a mission?” Applejack rhetorically asks. “‘Cause Ah know that ain’t gonna fly well with ‘er.”

Rarity swallows a lump in her throat and looks to the village with deep concern. Of course, Applejack is uncertain about the whole endeavor as well, but they can’t just return to the guild hall empty handed. Sunset Shimmer had done enough work for a while, so it’s up to everyone else to pull their weight.

“Fine,” the mage finally relents. Rarity walks into the village first, with Applejack right on her tail.

The entire village is comprised of about thirty small homes for each family, a small fishing port, a small town hall, and a simple market place. Despite the lightly dense population, it turns out finding the person who made the request isn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

“Start askin’ around ‘n’ see where this feller is,” Applejack says. “Hope he didn’ up’n leave town or get killed by that werewolf.”

“Applejack, so help me, if you try and jinx our mission, I will trap you in a block of ice,” the mage grumbles back. She marches off into the village, frightening some of the villagers with her burning aura.

Applejack simply shakes her head and chuckles as she follows her friend. The gunslinger observes each of the villagers and their tasks, making sure to find the right person to interrogate for information on their target. So far, most of the people are too preoccupied to even bat the visitors an eye, but one elderly man sitting on a small bench catches Applejack’s attention.

“Excuse me, sir,” Applejack intrudes. The elderly man looks up at the adventurers with a warm smile. “Have you seen anyone by the name of Anthony Lemmins?”

The old man mulls the question in his head as the old, dusty cogs in his brain begin to churn. His face suddenly lights up as an idea seems to pop into his mind.

“Anthony, yes, I know the young lad,” he finally replies. “Always a kind soul, willing to help anyone no matter what. You won’t find him in the village, I’m afraid.”

Applejack can hear Rarity grumble in frustration behind her but maintains her attention on the task at hand.

“If he ain’t here, where is he?” the sharpshooter asks.

The old man points a bony finger to the far end of the village, into the dark woods. Applejack can feel her stomach tie up in knots at the prospect of venturing into somewhere where she could most likely get jumped by a goblin or something.

“He has a home in those woods, though, I have no clue why,” the man explains. “He’s such a kind kid and should be staying with the rest of the villagers, but I guess he just likes solitude.”

“Thank you kindly for the information, sir,” Applejack says. As she turns to head to Anthony’s home, another thought surfaces in her mind. “Sir, do you know anything about a werewolf attacking this town?”

The old man raises his brows in surprise and looks around the village with a somber face.

“I do, apparently,” he gravely responds. “I’m assuming that’s the reason you lovely ladies came, not just for Anthony.”

“Can you tell us more about this creature?” Rarity finally interjects.

“Well, the werewolf is a male and most of our women go missing as if whisked away by the wind, like he doesn’t even make a sound. Normally, we can hear his howls at the top of that mountain over there.” He points over to a white-peaked mountain to the right of the village. “That’s all we know of it so far. Maybe Anthony can help you learn more of it. I heard his sister got taken by the beast and has been mourning her every day.”

“Thanks, sir,” Applejack says with a bow of her head. “That’s plenty of info.”

As the duo finally walk off towards the forest, Applejack can finally discuss these clues with Rarity.

“So it’s kidnappin’ the women and most likely takin’ them up to the mountain,” the gunslinger states. “In this world, I highly doubt he’s treatin’ ‘em as supper.”

“Let us hope there isn’t a full-moon tonight,” Rarity shudders. “The last thing I want to do is to be ravaged by a big, furry beast.”

Applejack can tell Rarity is not prepared for this but it doesn’t seem like they have a choice but to traverse onwards. If anyone is going to have any more viable information on this beast, it’s going to be the one who made the request for their presence.

As the duo enter the forest, the first thing they notice is the immediate darkness that envelops them. Although there is light shining down through the canopy, it barely helps and it feels like walking through a void. They can barely see the trees before them or any vines that may end up strangling them. A shame neither one of them has any quirks or skills that can help them traverse the darkness.

Up ahead, a faint light catches their attention. A lone cabin in the depths of the woods, Anthony’s home most likely, is visible thanks to the flickering torch-light. It looks well-kept and tended to daily. Flora spring up around it in quaint flowerbeds and a stone well sits off to the side.

“This must the place, thank goodness,” Rarity sighs in relief. “Let us see who this Anthony fellow is, shall we?”

Applejack doesn’t have to be told twice. She wants to get as much information about this creature before the sun sets and they're taken advantage of, otherwise, their efforts will be in vain. The gunslinger, followed by the mage, walk up to the door and knock three times. They wait for someone to answer and let them in, but hope dwindles as no one answers.

She raises her hand to knock on the door once more but some noise from the other side stops her. It sounds like someone is in a rush and furniture is being knocked over in their haste. Applejack moves her hand near the six-shooter in her holster to defend herself in case something flies at her, while Rarity stands behind the gunslinger in terror. Fortunately, the door slowly swings open to reveal a young man who looks like shit.

His hair is unkempt and dark bags form under his bloodshot eyes. He looks almost like he’s in his early to mid-twenties but his scraggly facial hair cause the girls to think otherwise. His clothes are filthy and slathered with mud and some strange liquids as if he was digging up a corpse.

He looks upon the girls with tears welling up in his eyes and, to their surprise, he breaks down on the floor. "Oh thank the heavens above!" he wails. "Are you the ones who got my request?"

"T-that's right," Applejack uncomfortably replies. She's never seen someone this depressed before. The way he's sobbing and his appearance tells her all too well that he's been suffering from his loss. "You're Anthony, right?"

The man wipes away his tears and stands back up as he tries to recuperate himself before answering. "Y-yes. I'm Anthony Lemmins. Please, come inside and I'll inform you a bit more on the werewolf I need taken care of."

The girls comply with the broken man and enter his abode, however, it's not exactly what one would call humble. Furniture is strewn around the place as if there was a brawl that took place here. Liquids, food, and spices are spilled across the tatami floor, flooding the room with a pungent stench. Dressers are emptied out and the clothing is strewn around haphazardly.

"I'm sorry about the mess," Anthony wearily says. "I haven't gotten around to cleaning things up since I wasn't expecting visitors for a while." He flips a small table back onto its legs and kneels before it. "Please, take a seat."

The girls follow along and kneel on the other side of the table to face their informant, ready to hear more about their target.

"Alright darling, let's get down to business," Rarity chimes. "What can you tell us about the beast lurking around the village? What does he look like? What are its habits? Where does it usually prowl around?"

"A-actually," Anthony interjects, "it's me. I'm the werewolf."

The girls sit frozen in place as Anthony's secret is spilled right before them. Applejack's brain is warning her to reach for her six-shooter, load up her silver bullets, and put a few holes in this man, but she can't—not without a proper explanation anyway. She takes a deep breath and exhales before probing Anthony further.

"You're the one who's been kidnappin' the ladies in the village?"

"Yes, and I've been living with the guilt for years. I was attacked by another werewolf here in these woods and it managed to sink its fangs into my arm." Anthony pulls up the sleeve on his right arm, revealing a nasty, infected bite-mark; the center is crimson while the flesh around is moldy black. "I killed the beast then tried to clean the wound and prevent anything from spreading. Unfortunately, on a full-moon, I went on a killing and raping spree. I'd take maidens up to the White Sky Mountains and...do things to them. My latest victim was my own damn sister..."

"So you were aware of what you were doing when you transformed?" Rarity interrogates. "Why didn't you stop?"

"I couldn't! My body was completely out of my control as if it was guided by instinct alone. I can't kill myself because I'm too scared of death. I put out that request, hoping someone would help kill me and end my suffering."

Rarity and Applejack look to each other and back at Anthony with concern. What this guy has done is completely by accident and out of his control, but the members of the village probably wouldn't think twice about that and have him executed anyway. However, Applejack and Rarity can't just kill a person on a whim like this, even if they're a shapeshifting monster.

"I dunno if we can just kill ya like this," Applejack contends. "I understand yer pain but I can't just put a bullet in yer heart. What would the folks in the village say to that?"

Anthony glances away and nibbles on his bottom lip as he ponders the gunslingers words.

"Perhaps we can wait until the full-moon," he finally replies. "You can kill me when I transform, grab a tooth or some fur, and show it to the villagers to ease their hearts. As for me...you can just say I was mauled by the werewolf and they'll probably take it as the truth."

Applejack releases a frustrated exhale and looks to Rarity for some help. She looks just as disturbed by the request, unfortunately. However, looking upon this poor man, who has caused so much unwanted chaos, causes a bit of sympathy to bloom in Applejack's heart, finally allowing her to relent.

"Alright," she finally accepts. "We'll do it."

"Applejack!" Rarity interjects. "We're talking about killing another human being! Have you gone mad?"

"I appreciate your sympathy girls," Anthony says, "but I won't be human once I transform, so there really shouldn't be any reason not to kill me."

Rarity stutters a bit before hanging her head in defeat and releasing a defeated sigh. "Very well then."

It's only a few minutes before the full moon is revealed, and everyone is ready for what’s to come. Applejack has just enough silver bullets to put Anthony down the moment he transforms. Since Rarity has no spells that can hold Anthony down, the mage resorted to tying down his limbs on his bed, though everyone doubts it will hold the moment he changes into his beastly form.

Applejack peers behind her, peeking through an open window to see the moon concealed behind the dark clouds. She has her revolver in her hand and her finger resting on the trigger, yet she doesn't know if she's able to go through with what she has to do. Sweat dribbles down her face and her heart beats out of her chest as the thought of killing someone runs through her mind on an endless loop.

She looks up over at Anthony and notices how calm he looks. He seems to have come to terms with his execution and is at peace with himself. In just a few more minutes, his face will contort with unfathomable agony as his heart beats its last song.

"Applejack, darling," Rarity whispers, bringing the sharpshooter to her senses. She looks over to her friend, who stands next to her with a concerned expression. "You're worried about going through with this, aren't you?"

"More than anythin', Rare," Applejack mutters. She analyzes her gun and can't help but feel nauseous from just holding it. "Never thought Ah'd hafta take a feller's life with mah own two hands before; even if it's supposed to be for a good cause."

Rarity places her hand on her friend's shoulder, prompting Applejack to look up at her confident expression. "Well, here's some sage advice, darling," the mage says. She gets up in the sharpshooter's face, her features suddenly becoming dark and icy. "I swear to whatever forces govern this universe, if you hesitate in pulling the trigger on him and he kidnaps us, I will personally make you suffer in ways you would not believe."

Applejack swallows a nervous lump in her throat and nods in compliance with her friend's warning. Rarity flashes her friend a counterfeit smile and waltzes over to the opposite wall, where she eyes the sharpshooter like a hawk.

"It's coming!" Anthony screams.

The girls look over to the fastened man to see him writhing in his constraints. He shrieks as fur begins to grow upon his body and his figure morphs into something unhuman. His face transforms into something more canine and his eyes glow a grim yellow. His nails turn into razor-sharp claws and his limbs begin to elongate into unnatural lengths. His muscles are hardened into steel underneath his shaggy fur.

Applejack holds her gun in front of her, her finger itching to pull the trigger. As Anthony breaks free from the strings holding him down, he leaps off of the bed and lands directly in front of the sharpshooter. All the warmth in Applejack's body sudden melts from her; her bones feel cold and her knees buckle in the overwhelming presence of the beast. Her hands tremble and her finger slowly moves away from the trigger, only opening the window of attack for the beast.

"FROZEN PILLAR!" Rarity shouts.

The spot beneath the werewolf glows white and the atmosphere has a sharp chill to it. All of a sudden, the lycan is encased in glimmering, blue ice, making him look like a statue. He stands frozen, still looming over the defenseless sharpshooter as if it’s eyes are still piercing into her quivering soul.

Applejack scurries around the beast until she’s facing his exposed rear. Once again, Applejack holds her gun in front of her, trigger-finger ready to let a bullet loose into the werewolf’s heart. Her skill “Hunter’s Sight” is automatically activated, allowing her to see the creature’s organs through infrared vision. His heart beats in the left half of his chest, just behind his lungs, pumping crimson essence through his veins and keeping him alive in his frozen slumber.

However, it’s not just his organs the sharpshooter can see. As if by the opening of some third eye, Applejack can still see the young man still trapped in the beast’s body, crying for help. Anthony is curled into a small ball, weeping in the body of the beast. He looks back at Applejack and, although she can’t hear it, he mouths the words “help me”.

The werewolf’s frozen casing begins to chip and crack as the beast attempts to break free from its prison. Applejack’s hands begin to tremble again, not out of fear of the beast breaking free, but of killing the innocent man underneath its skin. She knows what she has to do but she doesn't have the strength to take a person's life. If she does this, will she be a killer for life? Will she be desensitized to murder if she were to kill him?

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to make her decision as Anthony breaks free from his cage, sending shards of ice flying in all directions. A large chunk of ice manages to strike Rarity in the head, knocking her flat on her back and out cold. Seeing her friend laying on the floor, groaning and in agony, a fire burns inside the sharpshooter, giving the resolve she needs to finally pull the trigger.

However, the beast knocks her gun from her loose grasp, sending the weapon flying across the room and out of sight. Before she can even react, the lycan has it's claws wrapped around her throat and her body lifted off of the ground. Applejack peers into the beast's merciless, yellow eyes with fear and desperation. She can feel his grip tightening ever so slightly on her airway, preventing the girl from getting any air into her lungs.

Before she can black out into a coma, the beast slams her head into the wall, rattling her brain in her skull, and finally knocking her out into darkness.

Applejack's senses slowly come to, gradually but surely. She can feel cold metal wrapped around her wrists, which are raised into the air. Her back is pressed up against a freezing, smooth stone wall, sending a sharp jolt up her spine, slowly rousing her awake. Glacial winds peck at her exposed flesh, giving her the implication that her armor has been stripped off in a violent manner.

The sharpshooter slowly opens her eyes but winces in pain, forcing them shut from a throbbing pain in her skull. Slowly, the pain recedes as she warily opens her eyes once more to see the scene before her. Before her is the jagged mouth of a cave and a blanket of white outside. To her right is a wooden table, lined with lubricants, napkins, and what appears to be sex toys of different sizes, shapes, and styles. To her left she sees Rarity, still unconscious and hanging from chains buried in the wall. Her clothes are torn apart to reveal her marshmallow bosom and bald groin.

Applejack pulls her arms forward, attempting to break free from the chains holding her back. No matter how hard she tries, though, her only accomplishment is making her wrists ache more than they need to. She gives up, realizing escape is futile, and just dangles in her prison.

Suddenly, a low growl piercing through the howling blizzard perks Applejack's ears up and drags her attention to the cave entrance. Climbing into the cave is the furry beast once known as Anthony, his black fur laden with glistening snow. His attention isn’t focused on the girls at the moment as he waltzes over to the table of sex toys and analyzes his collection, picking each one up and seeing which one he should use on his latest victims.

"A-Anthony!" the sharpshooter foolishly shouts. The beast slowly turns his attention over to the helpless girl with hungry, licentious eyes that taste her figure. The sharpshooter closes her legs out of shame, although she's certain he got a good look at her private area after tearing her clothes off. "P-please, ya gotta fight through this! Ah know ye'r in there under that damn beast!"

The lycan saunters over to the helpless girl, his appearance as imposing as ever, and even more so as he looms over her. He's absolutely massive, now that Applejack is right before him. And his scent... The gunslinger can't help but breath in through her nostrils, collecting particles of ambrosial musk off of the massive beast. It's filthy and absolutely foul, but her body strangely tingles from it. Her mind begins to slowly warp as, out of the bottom of her vison, she notices the pink bar of her 'lust' meter rising ever so slowly.

"Anthony," she hoarsely whispers. It was meant to come out as a plead for him to reject her, but it came out as more of a plead for him to fuck her.

Her body, most notably her crotch, begins to burn with a strange heat, despite the freezing winds tackling her skin. Sweat collects upon her exposed figure and heaving bosom. Her nipples harden and become so achingly sensitive to the freezing temperatures; just the ghostly touch of the wind gliding upon her bosom causes her to squirm.

Anthony shows a toothy smile as he growls and reaches his massive paw behind the gunslinger and squeezes her rump, earning a surprised yelp from her lips. Applejack fights against his advancements, trying to kick the beast in his chest to abate him, but it's like hitting a solid wall. He doesn't seem to flinch and his smile only widens the more she tries to struggle.

All of a sudden, her mind is enraptured by the monster's scents flooding the cave as if her senses are intensified somehow. Her body suddenly goes limp, refusing to fight back against her ravisher. Checking her 'lust' meter once more, she notices how drastically it's increased in a mere few seconds, up to a terrifying fifteen percent! Even with such a miniscule amount, Applejack's body can’t help but relinquish itself to the beast's clutches and wanton desires.

Realizing his prey has given in, the werewolf begins his assault.

He brings his face down to the level of Applejack's juicy tits and grasps one in his paws. The defenseless girl moans as the bundle of hypersensitive nerves send euphoric pleasure through her body. Her breasts aren't meant to be this sensitive considering their size, but in this world, the tenderness of every erogenous zone has been intensified greatly, sending wave after wave of pleasure running up her spine.

Anthony massages the plump breast like a water balloon, molding it's fluid, yet firm shape in his grasp. Releasing his hold on the girl's rear, he grasps the other breast, and begins to fervently fondle them both. Applejack simply hangs there, helpless and enraptured by the beast's adequate techniques. It would seem that even in this bestial form, his human mind still works to some extent.

The lycan buries his face between the pillow-like globes, motor-boating into the tender flesh and squeezing them ever so tightly. Applejack shrieks as the surge flowing up her spine floods her mind with nothing but depraved thoughts. Her lust is getting to her, but she doesn't seem to care anymore. With all of these feelings tackling her nerves, mind, and heart, she can't fight for control any longer.

As if sensing the broken spirit of the gunslinger, Anthony pulls back and wraps his arms underneath the girl's taut thighs, hoisting up her lower body so that her luscious, moist lips are at level with his muzzle. Applejack can feel the werewolf’s warm breath gliding over her sensitive vulva, tingling her scorching lips and causing goosebumps to spread across her skin in excitement.

She bites her lower lip in aching anticipation, unable to bear the wait any longer; she wants him to ravish her, make her his. She subconsciously opens up her legs just a little wider, revealing more of her succulent treasure. The beast takes a good whiff, letting her heavenly scent attack his senses before diving on in.

Applejack screams with delight as the beast's canine tongue makes contact with her velvety folds. Its surface is rough, but not discomforting in the slightest. The wide surface of that muscular organ tackles every surface of the girl’s vulva, making sure to get a good taste of her leaking honeypot. It laps up her sweet nectar straight into the beast’s maw as if quenching another thirst, other than his depraved lust.

Applejack had no idea fellatio, even performed by a mythical creature, could feel so blissful! Though, that’s just her lust-drunk mind telling her so—or is it? She has no clue as to what’s right and what’s wrong at this point. All she’s focused on is getting eaten out by the starving beast and achieving a glorious orgasm. Wanting to push things a little further, Applejack wraps her legs around the lycan’s neck and pulls him deeper into her sopping lips.

A wave of different sensations, all of which are completely unfamiliar to the girl, rush up her spine, tingle her nerves, and runs up to her drunk brain. Her heart races as the beast looks up at her, past her crotch, her heaving mounds, and up to her intoxicated face with those deep, yellow eyes. They seem to take the girl’s actions as acceptance of her total loyalty to his will—and she’d rather have it no other way.

“Applejack?” Rarity’s faded voice calls out.

With the last few dregs of sense and thought, Applejack perks her ears to the sound of her friend’s trembling voice. She looks over at the mage’s burning face to see her staring at the gunslinger and werewolf in the middle of their lovemaking with horror. Instead of slipping back into sanity, Applejack smiles wickedly at the distraught mage.

“Give us a minute, Rare,” the sharpshooter says. “Once Ah’m through with him, Ah’ll give ya yer turn.”

Anthony pays no heed to the girls’ conversation and just continues to eat out the inebriated sharpshooter, spurring her closer and closer to a climactic end. She squeals and moans without any restraint as the monster fervently laps away at her folds. Every once in a while he manages to flick her clit, sending surges of pleasure through her system, only hastening the end.

“Let her go, you wretched brute!” Rarity bellows.

“Rarity, Ah—WOAH NELLY!” Applejack exclaims in surprise as the starved beast wrenches her legs apart from behind his neck, releasing himself from her hold. “Hey now, we ain’t done yet!”

Anthony doesn’t seem to care about what Applejack has to say and marches over to Rarity, whose face seems a lot paler than normal. The werewolf towers over her, glaring at her petrified, bawdy figure with annoyance and desire. As much as Applejack would love to be bred right here and now, she’s curious as to how this will play out for her friend.

“You know, you don’t seem like a wretched brute up close,” Rarity weakly fibs. “You can return to pleasing Applejack and—MFF!”

Anthony grips the squabbling girl by the face, squeezing her cheeks until her lips pucker out. He growls menacingly but, as his eyes taste her nude figure, he slowly mellows his temper in the process. Applejack can’t help but smile enviously at the attention her friend is getting, but she deserves it for being so annoyingly loud.

“Ah think he likes ya, Rare,” the sharpshooter taunts. “His tongue is amazin’ once you get used to it. Trust me.”

The mage glances over at her friend with discontent and a bit of burning anger. “Wat’s affurd!” she barks through squished cheeks. “I wou—OOH!”

Unfortunately, Rarity doesn’t get to bark her complaints and grievances with the idea before Anthony’s claws make contact with her drenched loins. Applejack smiles cheekily as the once stout mage slowly crumbles from the lycan’s techniques. Anthony’s first two fingers tenderly massage her lips while his thumb gyrates around her clit. Rarity tries her best to fight against the pleasure just as Applejack had, but she slowly succumbs to the werewolf, becoming slave to her carnal instincts.

Just watching the mage getting slowly fondled by the lecherous beast causes Applejack’s lust to skyrocket to nearly thirty percent. She knows the consequences of letting it get too high but all reason is thrown out the window in the face of debauchery. Her loins tingle with an uncontrollable fire and she gushes sweet nectar down her legs and onto the stone floor, flooding the space in her salacious scent. She wants to at least pleasure herself if Anthony is going to preoccupy himself with his new meal.

“Fuck. When’s it gonna be mah turn!?” the sharpshooter beckons. “Ah’m like a bitch in heat and Ah ain’t even gettin bred like one. The fuck’re you doin over there!?”

Anthony pans his ears and looks over to Applejack with a hungry look. That seems to have gotten his attention quite well. Strangely though, the monster uses a claw to undo the lock on Rarity’s shackles, allowing the girl to fall flat on her rear. He waltzes over to Applejack and does the same for her, only for her, she lands loosely on her feet.

“About time ya came around fer me, big fella,” the sharpshooter drunkenly coos. She stands on her toes as she wraps her arms around the creature’s neck, peering into his eyes with wanton. “Ah want ya to fuck me. Take me and fuck mah cunt ya fuckin’ animal!”

Anthony doesn’t reply but Applejack is sure she saw a grin flash across his muzzle. Something prods the girl’s leg, prompting her to peer down at what may be the largest dick she’s ever laid eyes upon. It’s completely unnatural, even for a mythical beast. It’s almost a few inches bigger than a full-grown stallion’s and twice as thick, with veins coursing through the throbbing length. Its knot is bursting at the seams, ready to expel his virile seed into someone’s desperate pussy. Hot, thick globs of precum drip from his tip, staining the floor and flooding the cave with a musky, heavenly scent.

Though previously eager to take on the monster’s cock, she hadn’t expected him to have...well...a monster cock. She’s absolutely stupefied and terrified by its size and shape, questioning whether or not she should try and make it fit. Her knees tremble and she slowly takes a step back, but something pressing against her back prevents her from moving an inch.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” Rarity interrogates. Applejack looks back at her friend and noticed her eyes are filled with lust. She has a smarmy grin on her face that, for some reason, unnerves the sharpshooter. “I thought you said you wanted him to, what was it again, fuck your cunt?”

Applejack’s fear overwhelms her desire to be ravaged by the monster, finally allowing her thoughts to clear up a bit. She looks between her intoxicated friend, the eager beast, and the twitching boner ready to tear her pussy apart. She wasn’t ready to take on something as grand as this dick. If she’s being honest, which she almost always is, she can’t take him, no matter how depraved she may be and how drenched her cunt is.

“Well, if you’re not going to do it, might as well let me have my fill,” Rarity demands.

She lightly shoves Applejack out of the way and drops to her knees, her face in line with the werewolf’s throbbing cock. She looks just as hesitant, with her knit brows and the way she's staring so intently at the massive phallus, but she slowly takes the initiative and grasps the throbbing member with her hands and begins to gently stroke it.

Anthony lets out a small grunt of satisfaction, spurring Rarity to increase her tempo and vigor. Thick globs of pre leak from his tip as Rarity greedily strokes the massive cock from tip to knot, making sure to implement as many smutty techniques as possible to satiate her paramour. Using one hand, she massages the tip, slathering the massive shaft in glossy, odorous precum; with her other, she reaches down the length and fondles his knot, edging him closer to releasing his load.

While Rarity enjoys herself, making sure her lover is substantially satisfied, Applejack stands off to the side, her fingers stroking her burning, slick labia. She bites her lower lip and clenches her breast in one hand as she watches the mage stroke that monstrous cock with everything she's got like she's some experienced porn star. Anthony was supposed to be Applejack’s, yet Rarity took that from her because she was too hesitant and fearful. Be damned if that mage makes him cum before AJ can.

Unable to just sit back and watch Rarity have all the fun, the sharpshooter waltzes over to the side of Anthony's cock and drops to her knees. She grabs hold of his member and is astounded by how smooth the organ is. As she runs her hand along his length, she takes note of the slick surface and the bumps of superficial veins popping up. As she reaches the root of his shaft, her hand runs over the bulb that is his knot like a small hill, before moving down his furry thigh and cupping a pair of plump, juicy balls. They feel smooth and tender to the touch, with no fur at all. With Rarity working on the beast's dick, Applejack decides to focus on this area instead.

She ducks beneath the massive member, it's size overshadowing her, and ogles at the massive, ebon nuts on this beast. They're probably thrice as big compared to her fists and hang a few inches from the groin. Every time he grunts in excitement, he lurches his body, consequently causing his balls to swing to and fro. With her mouth watering and her pussy salivating, Applejack lunges forth and smothers her face into the monster's balls.

The scent is astoundingly ambrosial to the gunslinger. It's a heavenly concoction of musk, sweat, and earth that tackles the girl's senses, causing her spine to tingle with excitement and her pussy to convulse with desire. If its smell is this good, she can only imagine its succulent taste.

She smiles giddily as she extends her tongue and wraps the underside of his balls with it . Tastes of salty sweat and fresh earth tackle her taste buds, flooding her mind with nothing but lust and wanton. Gently, she suckles on one of the balls, pulling on the scrotum and letting it go with a wet, resounding pop. Anthony grunts excitedly, seemingly begging for more, and AJ happily complies. She licks the smooth sack, dragging her tongue along every square inch of his balls, from back to front, side to side, everywhere that needs attention, occasionally suckling on the tender flesh.

"Applejack, darling," Rarity speaks up, "mind giving me a turn?"

The sharpshooter pulls back and looks over to her friend, noticing her eyeing the farm girl with a depraved grin. As much as AJ would rather keep fondling her master's juicy nuts, she's been aching to get a good taste of his dick. Eagerly, Applejack and Rarity switch places, giving the sharpshooter reign over Anthony's monster cock, and the mage with control over his balls.

His tool doesn't look as frightening anymore, now that Applejack thinks about it. It throbs and spurts, aching to be relieved of pent up tension. The girl looks up at the hungry lycan, noticing his eyes are starting to dull with boredom. If she doesn't do something to him quick, he may forcibly try to rail them and, as much as she'd like to have her pussy spread, she doesn't want her legs to be busted in the process. Rarity has done enough with her hands but Applejack still can't possibly take this thing in her mouth.

Suddenly, an idea pops into her mind. Grasping her voluptuous breasts, AJ sandwiches Anthony's cock between them and proceeds to tit-fuck the beast. Her sensitive tits send surges of pleasure through the girl with every motion, tingling her spine in the process with bliss. The lubricated surface of his cock leaves no place for friction as the girl's plump breasts glide along the pulsating shaft with ease.

Looking up, Applejack takes pride in seeing the monster's head craned back in ecstasy and gratification, giving her the fire to add more to her arsenal of capabilities. Extending forth her tongue, she lightly kisses the tip of Anthony's leaking cock every time she lurches forward. A thin strand of spittle and precum connects her lips with his shaft, only to be broken the moment they crash into each other again and again.

Suddenly, Anthony's breaths begin to pick up and his dick begins to throb violently. Applejack reads this situation clearly and releases her breasts, prohibiting the monster from releasing his load. All this stimulus, just so he can shoot his seed all over the wall? Applejack won't have that.

"Not so fast there, fella," the sharpshooter taunts. "You're gonna put that seed where it belongs."

The girl stands and waltzes over to the table, knocking some of the toys onto the floor and laying her back along the width of the furniture. She spreads her legs, revealing her convulsing, sopping nethers and tight, puckered anus to her master. She doesn't care as to which hole he decides to fuck first, but he had better let his cum out into her womb.

Earnestly, Anthony saunters over to the slutty sharpshooter, his cock dangling from side to side, his balls bouncing with every step. AJ smiles giddily as the beast grabs her by the legs and places his massive shaft on her belly. It's far too big, Applejack fully understands that, but once again, her lustful desires drive out all uncertain thoughts and force her to accept what's coming.

Her heart races with excitement while her loins gush and burn as Anthony grabs hold of his dick with one hand and experimentally prods the girl's virgin lips, spreading them out ever so slightly. Finally, after waiting so long, the lycan gives one final thrust, entombing himself in the girl's cunt and ridding Applejack of her purity.

Applejack should have felt pain coursing through every fiber of her being once her hymen was torn apart, but that pain never comes. All she can feel is unfathomable bliss coursing through her veins as the beast slowly inserts more of his massive cock into her pussy. Even as he's stretching her out until she feels like she can't take anymore, pleasure continues to flow through her.

The werewolf begins to thrust his hips, pummeling into the sharpshooter’s drenched depths. Whorish groans and squeals slip freely from her lips as the monster’s tip kisses her cervix and the throbbing knot is trapped behind her vulva, though, she doesn’t need it to enjoy her very first rutting.

The beast has undoubtedly lain with countless women, giving one the implication that his skills have been honed over time. Unfortunately, he doesn’t implement anything besides brute force behind his thrusts. His actions are guided by bestial instinct alone; his human mind is completely overridden by his werewolf blood. Techniques or none, the monster knows how to make a girl feel good anyway.

“Don’t think I’m going to stay out of this,” Rarity claims.

From the corner of her eye, Applejack sees the mage waltzing around the table until standing behind the girl. Rarity climbs onto the table and, before the sharpshooter knew it, she plants her crotch right onto Applejack’s face. AJ doesn’t necessarily swing this way and she knows Rarity doesn’t either, however, the prospect of trying something new, something so sinful, is far too exciting to reject. Grasping her friend’s taut thighs and pulling her down so that the bottom’s face is buried as deep as possible in the top’s burning snatch, AJ gets to licking.

Her tongue tackles the mage’s tender, silky folds with such nimble accuracy. She works her way from the outer labia, to the inner, occasionally tackling the clit, and tonguing the gushing center. She can feel Rarity grinding her moist crotch on her face, rubbing her ass and cunt along Applejack’s features to get herself off.

The taste of Rarity’s pussy is actually surprisingly sweet. There’s a hint of something tart and also a bit of coconut or marshmallow, Applejack can’t quite put her finger on it. Whatever it is that’s tackling her taste buds, she wants more of it.

Fervently, the sharpshooter laps away at her friend’s cunt, making sure to focus more attention on her clit. The little bulb is flicked and suckled on earnestly as AJ attempts to collect more of Rarity’s secretions.

“Oh, heaven’s yes! Right there, darling! Lick it up you prurient little slut!” Rarity demands.

Applejack can’t have asked for a better fate than this. Getting violently fucked by a werewolf’s monstrous dick, eating away at her friend’s luscious pussy, it’s all a dream come true.

Slowly, her mind begins to blank and her vision tunnels as her legs begin to spasm from something surging in her core. She’s about to cum right here on the spot and she can tell Anthony’s nearly done as well. His dick throbs and he’s trying his best to plunge his bulbous knot into his slave’s pussy to release all of his pent up cum. He rams into her vulva, aching to plunge his knot into her.

“That’s right, cum inside her! Fill her with your majestic seed!” Rarity shouts.

As if her words were some sort of inspiration for the beast, Anthony gives one last push and finally inserts his knot past the gunslinger's lips and into her snug confines. Applejack contracts her walls, putting pressure on the swollen bulb, and finally relieving it of tension and cum. She lets out a muffled scream of satisfaction as hot globs of lycan seed pour into her womb, painting her walls white.

Nearly all sensation is rendered null and void as Applejack revels in the afterglow of coitus. Her legs feel like jello, her breathing is pinched and rapid, her heart beats out her chest in exasperation. As the last few drops of canine seed are spilled from the monster's tip, he pulls out, uncorking Applejack's cunt and allowing excess semen to spill forth onto the stone floor.

"He did quite the number on you, didn't he, darling?" Rarity coos. She clambers off of Applejack's face and crawls over to her leaking pussy, resting a hand on her weak thigh. "I think he's all spent. I wonder if Spikey-wikey is as good as he is."

Out of the blue, Rarity plunges her first two fingers into the the worn out gunslinger’s cunt, earning nothing but a silent moan in return. Her fingers churn around the thick, viscous semen, extracting a bit as she pulls out. Her digits are glazed in the precious white substance as it glimmers in the faint light entering the cave. Without a second though, she gives them a taste, savoring the salty fluid as she swishes it around, finally swallowing it.

“Not bad,” she chuckles. “I’d bet you’d like some too, right, Applejack?”

AJ weakly smiles and nods, practically begging for a taste.

“Alright then. But close your eyes for a second, darling. I have one last surprise for you.”

Applejack eagerly obeys the mage; she tightly shuts her eyes and opens her mouth, tongue hanging out, ready to accept what’s coming. She can hear Rarity pop something open and swallow a liquid. As much as AJ wants to see what’s happening, she doesn’t dare open her eyes and ruin the surprise.

Suddenly, she can feel her friend’s lips make contact with hers and her hands gently grasp her face as the two passionately make out. Rarity’s silky skin resting up against her causes another stir in Applejack’s loins, consequently forcing them to burn once more. Almost as quickly as the heat came, though, it dies down as Applejack swallows a bitter liquid.

The girl’s eyes shoot open in surprise as her mind clears up and all lewd, depraved thoughts are tossed out. Even as Rarity’s lips are connected with hers, she doesn’t feel any lust brewing in her heart. In fact, her HUD displays her ‘lust’ meter rapidly dropping down to zero percent.

As Rarity breaks off the kiss, leaving only a thin strand of saliva to bridge their lips, Applejack slowly sits up and analyzes her shameful appearance. Instinctually, she covers up her iniquitous body, making sure Rarity’s view of her figure is obscured—even though they’re practically in the same boat.

“Oh please, darling. It’s nothing I haven’t seen already,” the mage says while rolling her eyes. “Come on. We still have things to take care of.”

“Wait. How did you—?”

“Get you out of your intoxicated state? That’s what that little ‘surprise’ was when I told you to close your eyes. I know you wouldn’t want to take the lust-reducing potion so I thought this would be the most logical solution.”

“You weren’t affected?” AJ questions.

“Hardly. [Pure Maiden], my quirk, was activated as we were enjoying ourselves. It slows down the 'lust' meter and keeps it at a safe level so I don't get too carried away. I was probably at around fifteen percent when I was watching you, giving me just enough control to get you out. Though, watching you take his member like that...OOH...that causes a shiver to run up my spine, even now.”

That sounds like some plot hole bullshit the sharpshooter has seen in some shows, but she shakes her head and clears out those thoughts as she remembers what she needs to do.

Applejack clambers off the table and looks over to her left to see the werewolf in a deep slumber. His cock has been sheathed and his eyes are tightly shut as he sleeps. It would seem that his energy has been completely spent, which gives the girls the perfect opportunity to flee. However...

“We still gotta put and end to this,” Applejack tremblingly states.

She feels around her hips and notices that her belt hasn’t been torn off and the gun she had thought she’d lost has reappeared in its holster. She checks the ammunition and notices one silver bullet lodged in one of the chambers, which is just enough to get the job done.

She holds her gun up with both hands, her sights trained on her prey’s beating heart, her safety removed, the chamber loaded—yet she still trembles in hesitation. Even after being raped and mind-broken by this creature, he’s still an innocent man underneath all the fur and ferocity. There has to be another way to help him...

“SHOOT!” Rarity screams.

Applejack flinches and accidentally pulls the trigger. A loud BANG rings through the cramped space and smoke fills the air. Applejack can make out the lightest sound of flesh being torn into and a beast howling in agony.

She looks on in horror as the werewolf begins to seize up on the floor and spasm out of control. He clutches his gushing chest with his claws, trying to stop the bleeding or pry out the bullet, but nothing seems to work. At last, the beast stops writhing and reverts back into the man known as Anthony Lemmins.

He’s stark naked as he lays nearly motionless on the stone floor. His chest heaves with trembling breaths, occasionally spurting blood through the gaping wound in his chest. He looks to the girls and, with his last bit of strength, he smiles and mutters: “Thank you.” With that, his body fades into pixels as be enters an eternal slumber.

Applejack drops the gun in her hands and falls to her knees. Regret and remorse flood her mind as she replays the image of the man’s fading body over and over in her head. She actually took someone’s life. Her hands are stained in innocent blood. She can’t return from this.

“I’m sorry Applejack,” Rarity speaks up. The sharpshooter doesn’t even look back as the girl rests a hand on her shoulder. “I know you wanted to find another way to help him but, if there was, we would have found it by now.”

Applejack knows Rarity’s right but the guilt just won’t go away. Suddenly, a small ding catches her attention, dragging her eyes up to the top corner of her HUD, where a small declaration is written.

Mission: Werewolf of Huron is completed. Return to Guild Hall to receive your reward.

“Well, at least Sunset ain’t gonna be upset at us,” the sharpshooter says. As she stands up, she walks over to where Anthony was and plucks a bit of black fur from the ground, along with the bloodstained silver bullet that was left behind.. “We should best be gettin’ these down to the village; let them know their werewolf situation is take care of.”

Rarity nods and holds onto her friend as the gunslinger opens her menu to select the Fast Travel option.

“Oh, wait a minute!” Rarity beckons, but it’s too late.

The two glow in a brilliant blue light before disappearing from the cave and appearing before the entrance of the village—stark naked. The denizens stare at the nude girls, some making sure their kids don't see the obscenity before them.

“We forgot to change.”

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Sunset Shimmer slowly opens her eyes to be met by the feeling of the warm rays of the sun resting on her face, sending a delightful warmth surging through her body. She has no idea how long she's been asleep but it's felt like a couple hours or so. Everyone else is out on their own quests, giving her the opportunity to sit back and relax for once. Sure, it was exhilarating to battle creatures and find treasure and stuff, but it can take a toll on her body and mind. All she needs right now is to enjoy her time alone in the comfort of the town.

She rolls onto her back and looks over to her right. Alo is still slumbering in the nightstand and not nestling in Sunset's bosom, thank goodness. Looking up ahead, the clock on the wall shows that it's already past noon, almost time for lunch. She might want to get some food while she's awake anyway before it's all thrown out.

Sunset drowsily rolls out of bed and plants her bare feet on the freezing wooden floor, feeling a cold jolt run up her spine, threatening the comforting warmth to flee from her. Slowly, her body adjusts to the change in temperature and environment and she gets up for the afternoon, stretching and twisting her body to get all the kinks worked out before she makes her way to the restroom. She watches her step, making sure not to step on any creaky floorboards in case they wake up the pervy guide from his sleep.

As she enters the pristine, white washroom, she almost leaps back in terror at the random zombie standing before her before realizing it's just her own reflection. Her hair is sticking out all over the place and looks glossy with oil. Dark bags form under her eyes, which look lifeless. Her skin is leathery and her lips are chapped like a dry pavement. She can't possibly go out looking like absolute garbage.

Stripping off her nightgown with just the tap of a button, Sunset enters the shower stall and sets the water to a gentle, warm temperature. A blast of calming water strikes her bosom and cascades down her slender figure, parting at her hips as the current streams down her legs and into the shower basin.

She can feel every bit of grime being cleaned off and every sliver of exhaustion is washed away, rejuvenating her for the day. As the water washes over her, her muscles are relaxed in it's warm embrace, removed of all tension as if it had never existed there. Her mind is cleared of all unnecessary thoughts, readying her to start the day with a clear head. Her breasts, though usually sensitive, actually feel relaxed in the rushing water.

"I wonder how everyone else is doing," Sunset mutters to no one in particular. "Fluttershy and Twilight are out doing research, Applejack and Rarity are hunting a werewolf, and Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are out on a dungeon raid. And I have time all to myself. Only problem is, I have no idea what to do in a town like this without video games or TV."

Killing monsters and hunting for treasure seem like the only pastimes this world has to offer, but that’s just her boredom talking. She hadn’t even gone around to see what other shops are around or what activities this place has to offer. Heck, she hasn’t even tried to strike up a conversation with anyone besides Malisa, the receptionist.

After finally washing herself off, Sunset steps out of the steaming shower and grabs the nearby towel to dry herself off. As she does so, a thought pops up in her mind for how she can spend the day.

"Hopefully Malisa's free so I can talk to her."

Finished drying off every inch of her bare figure, Sunset selects her villager outfit and sets off to find the registrar. She carefully opens the door to the room the girls share, stopping every time it creaks to check back on Alo. He seems to be a deep sleeper, which is a blessing for her. Sunset steps out and cautiously shuts the door behind her.

The heavenly scent of pastries, mead, and soups flood Sunset's nostrils, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. Gleefully, she ambles down the stairs to the bottom floor, her boots rhythmically knocking on the steps as she descends, and looks over to the receptionist desk to see Malisa packing up her belongings. Before she can turn to leave, Sunset runs over and calls out to her.

"Malisa, wait!"

The receptionist glances back at Sunset with a compassionate gaze and turns to face her. As soon as the dark mage gets a few feet closer, she's surprised by the change in the girl's outfit and analyzes how well it looks on her.

Malisa's golden hair is neatly tied back into a neat ponytail that drapes over her right shoulder. A creamy, shoulderless crop top covers her breasts and reveals a toned midriff, but doesn't do too well in shielding her cleavage. She has black, baggy pants covering her legs and mocha-brown boots cover her feet.

Her skin is silky smooth and seems to shimmer in the faint sunlight. Her eyes, both glistening emeralds, glimmer with a small twinkle that catches Sunset's attention. Hoisted over her left shoulder is a maroon purse with a golden latch.

"Hey, Sunset. What's up?" she asks.

The dark mage straightens up and casts off her thoughts, putting on a warm smile as she approaches the registrar.

"Hey, are you heading out?" she inquires.

"Yeah. My shift is done for the day, so I'm just heading out for a night on the town. Do you wanna tag along?"

Sunset's eyes widen in surprise but she averts her gaze and can't help but blush at the offer. "Are you sure? I mean, if you want to take a break from work and all, you don't have to drag—"

"It's fine," Malisa cuts off. "I've been dying to spend some time with someone anyway. Come on. I know a great bakery where you can find a whole bunch of mouthwatering pastries. I promise, you've never had anything like what I'm about to show you."

Sunset had only hoped to strike up a conversation with the guild receptionist to pass the time, not spend the whole afternoon with her and take up her time off. However, she doesn't get to refute as Malisa grabs her by the arm and pulls her towards the front doors, past the waitresses and patrons, and into the outdoors. With the girl's vibrant attitude and with Sunset's growling stomach, she might as well tag along.

Up ahead, at just a ways off, is a small shop with a cartoon devil holding a tasty cupcake in his hand as its logo. The roof is made of red and yellow-striped shingles while the walls are alabaster bricks between dark oak beams. A small outdoor dining area is available, encompassed by a black, metal fence. The tables are draped over with red tablecloths and overshadowed by yellow umbrellas to keep patrons out of the blazing sun. A large sign on the side of the establishment reads: DEVILISH DELIGHTS in fancy lettering.

The bell rings the moment the girls enter, alerting the cashier—a demon with short sable hair, scarlet skin, and small nubs on his forehead—from the back to greet his customers. Sunset had been a little skeptical with the demonic citizens roaming around the town, unable to believe such creatures could coexist with humans and demi-humans without causing mischief. To see one working in a pastry shop of all places, causes a bit of relief to settle in her heart.

"Good afternoon, Flavius," Malisa greets in a cheery tone. "Business doing alright?"

"Da. Business is doing rather well. Thank you for asking, Malisa," Flavius responds in a gleeful tone. "Not many customers today; soon, though."

"Oh, well, you have two customers right here!" she says as she grabs Sunset by the shoulders and pulls her in next to her. "Come on, Sunset, choose whatever you want. Everything's great, no matter what you pick."

Sunset looks down at a display case to a vast plethora of delicacies. Different colored donuts with sprinkles, stripes, or solid colors. Éclair pyramids with gooey cream centers. Cinnamon rolls with blueberry or strawberry topping. Pies of all kinds with ice cream topped on them. Cakes and cupcakes with velvety frosting. Cookies with sprinkles, chocolate chips, macadamia nuts, and hot fudge. There's just too much to choose from!

The smells don't make the situation any better, though. A cluster of different, sweet scents waft into Sunset's nostrils, confusing her on what she should pick. This stuff is far more intoxicating than what she could find back home and far more difficult to choose from.

"On second thought, maybe I should pick for us," Malisa chortles as Sunset remains entranced. "One loaf of Sweet Nut Banana Bread with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side."

Flavius takes the order and fetches a foot-long loaf of brown banana bread from the display case and sets it on a silver platter, along with a silver knife and spoon. He reaches over to the side and pulls out a tub of creamy, white vanilla ice cream, takes a scoop, and drops it in a little serving cup on the platter.

"Priyatnogo appetita; enjoy your meal," Flavius chimes as he pushes the dish towards the girls. "Ten silver for the whole loaf."

Sunset watches Malisa tap the golden latch on her purse to open up her inventory and extract ten silver coins from her sum total of ten thousand. As she exchanges the coins for the meal, Sunset can't help but feel guilty in not paying for the meal herself. Malisa is taking time out of her day to keep Sunset company...or is it the other way around? Either way, Sunset should be paying for the meal, not Malisa.

As if sensing Sunset's guilt, her friend looks back and smiles warmly at her. "It's alright, Sunset. This is on me, so don't worry about paying."

The girls exchange brief smiles before Malisa takes the platter and leads Sunset to the outdoor dining area. They take a random spot near the middle of the area and have a seat across from each other. The umbrella overhead provides ample protection from the painful rays of the scorching sun and a cool breeze runs through Sunset's hair and tingles her warm body, causing goosebumps to spread along her skin. People trod past the establishment, not even paying any heed to the girls, focusing mainly on their own conversations and activities.

"Well, go on and dig in!" Malisa says.

She takes the knife and cuts a thick slice of the loaf, revealing a spongey, grayish-yellow center filled with nuts. Taking the spoon, she scoops a sliver of ice cream and varnishes the slice before taking a small bite. She shivers as her lips curl into a rapturous smile and her eyes shut tight. A muffled moan of delight escapes her as she wriggles in place from the rush of sensations attacking her palate.

Not wanting to miss out on the meal, Sunset follows suit. As she takes an ample bite out of her slathered slice, a wave of unfathomable flavors flood her tongue, sending a ripple through her body. Sweet natural sugar embedded in the bread and ice cream, a soft and spongey center, a thin and crunchy exterior, the silkiness and smooth texture of the frigid cream as it melts on her tongue; it's a food worthy of the highest praise!

"What did I say?" Sunset looks over to her friend and notices a cheeky smile part her crumb-coated lips. "You've never had anything quite like Flavius's cooking, have you?"

"It's amazing!" Sunset exclaims through a full mouth. She swallows the incomplete bolus and takes another greedy bite and another and another until the slice disappears from her hands. "This is too good! Thank you again for spending time with me. I don't know what I would have done on my own."

"Same here," Malisa says. "I usually just take a donut or two home and just draw or something to pass the time. I normally don't have people to hang around with after work. There's the townspeople, but they're usually busy when I'm not and vice versa. You're the first adventurer to actually spend time with me."

Sunset's heart flutters and she looks away bashfully as she moves an invisible strand of hair out of the way. "W-well, I just saw you needed a friend to talk to, so I just...you know..."

She has no idea what to say. It's just a simple compliment but it feels like she's flirting with her. All of a sudden, Sunset's body feels warm and her chest tightens. The sun isn't beating down on her and the wind, try as it might, doesn't seem to help in cooling her down.

"So, how are you liking Impekka so far?" Malisa asks. "I bet it's pretty different than your old home."

"It's been a quaint few days but it—" Sunset freezes in her banter as the entirety of Malisa's words hit her. She looks to the receptionist with shock as if she revealed her deepest, darkest secret. "You...knew we weren't from around here?"

"I mean, it was pretty obvious from the get go. I've never seen any people quite like you and your friends before. Plus, the way you had almost no idea how this world functions is kind of an obvious red flag. I mean, once you're about six, you know how to use your inventory and know about the functions of the town and the world in general."

Sunset sits back and slouches in her seat as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She hadn’t found the need to divulge the people of this world of her and her friends’ isekai into this place, believing they would just take their tale as lunacy. To know that someone actually saw through them, though, is a huge relief.

"Well, yeah. We are from a completely different world than this. It’s actually a bit more advanced with the technology and infrastructure.”

"What's it like in your home world? How different is it?"

"Well...we don't normally go on adventures like these where we fight demons or monsters and stuff. I mean, we used to, but we don't but...shit. What I mean is, in our world, monsters and magical beings don't just roam the cities and forests looking to rape people. Ever since a strange magic was released, though, some magical mishaps happen every once in a while and me and my friends rush in to clean it up and save the day."

"Sounds pretty exciting," Malisa says with a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes.

"It was...until we haven't been getting any interesting things popping up. Life's been pretty boring and mundane without something exhilarating to keep your blood rushing. Then, one day, we found this...device that teleported us to this world. We were glad to have some excitement back in our lives but fighting off a bunch of rapists wasn't really what we signed up for."

"So, your world is like this but it doesn't have demons or monsters? Not even demi-humans?"

Sunset shakes her head, which only piques Malisa's curiosity even more. "Not naturally. Only humans and animals like dogs, lions, birds, you know. But I'm not even originally from that world."

Malisa cocks her head to the side and looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"Before I came to the human world, the one I now call home, I came from another place where mythical creatures like those found here roam. It's a land called Equestria and I was a unicorn there, who learned all sorts of amazing magic—not dark magic, though, thank goodness.

"There are unicorns, pegasi, and earth-ponies that tended to the land and skies. The rulers of Equestria were the princesses who were alicorns—basically a mix of all three races. Princess Celestia was the eldest sister and ruled the day, while Princess Luna, the younger sister, ruled the night. There's also Princess Cadance, who represents love, and Princess Twilight Sparkle, who represents Friendship."

"Wow," Malisa gasps with a wide grin. "You were a unicorn, who went into another dimension where humans lived, and now you're in a world where all sorts of creatures live! How crazy is that!?"

Sunset chuckles at the idea of her absurd tale making the slightest bit of sense to anyone but Malisa seems to get it. "I've stopped calling things crazy once I've seen enough. What about you? Have you lived here your whole life or what?"

Malisa’s glowing face suddenly dulls as she looks away and a frown replaces her jovial smile. A cold atmosphere, as dark as the cool shade, rests over the girls, ruining their meal.

“Not really,” Malisa finally responds in a somber tone. “I was actually part of an adventurer group when I first entered this town. There was me—the knight—and three other people in my party: a mage, a gunslinger, and a bard. We were a merry band who lived in this town, just like you, and took all kinds of adventures. We were strong, almost unbeatable, and we always partied like good friends do.

"But we soon met our match when we went to face a boss in a dungeon one day. We planned everything out down to the last detail, making sure we were stocked up on enough potions and our gear was top notch before fighting the boss. I don't know how, but that thing just evaded all of our attacks as if it was one with the wind around us. We couldn't detect its mana because it was all over the place. Everyone died except me because I ran away. I was a coward that day because I left all my friends to die."

"So you dropped the adventurer stuff and worked as a civilian?" Sunset asks.

Malisa doesn't look up at the girl but shrugs in response. "It pays only a miniscule fraction of what I used to make but it's enough to get by."

A shrill silence, besides the chatter of the citizens and the song of the wind blowing through the trees, surrounds the girls as the densely somber atmosphere thickens. Sunset eyes the poor girl with sympathy and opens her mouth to console her, but no words come out. She has no clue what to say for a situation like this, especially since none of her friends have suffered the pain of loss before. She does the only thing she can think of and rests her hand on Malisa's, causing the sorrowful girl to meet Sunset's compassionate gaze.

The dark mage's lips open, spilling out whatever her heart wishes to say to comfort her friend. "I'm sorry for what you went through, Malisa. I've never experienced anything as painful as loss but I can see the pain in your eyes. You'll...you'll be okay. I promise. I'll be with you, no matter what."

Sunset has no clue if that was the right thing to say but a warm embrace provided by a weeping Malisa—who nearly knocks over their banana bread and ice cream—burns away any discrepancies in her mind. Malisa's skin feels soft while her muscles are as hard as stone. She trembles with every breath as she only tightens her grip ever so slightly. Hesitantly, Sunset reciprocates by hugging her back.

"Thank you, Sunset," Malisa sobs. "I appreciate all you're doing for me today."

"Hey, it's what friends do."

The two bask in the comfort of each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and placidity of the moment. Sunset can feel her heart racing and her body heat rising exponentially, just like before. She's enjoying this hug, not because she enjoys comforting her friend, but simply because she enjoys being with her. Why is that? Why is it that her heart flutters from being around her—a person she just met and is striking a conversation with—all of a sudden?

The two pull apart, allowing Malisa to wipe away her tears. Strangely, a chuckle escapes her lips, causing Sunset to raise a curious brow.

"I'm sorry I ruined our meal," she mutters with a weak smile.

"It's not your fault. It's mine for digging too deep and hitting something sensitive," Sunset contends. She looks down at the tasty morsel that's just waiting to be eviscerated, but her appetite has suddenly disappeared. "You're just gonna save that for next time?"

"I mean, if you want there to be a next time. Otherwise, I can just eat it all by myself, and I don't mind doing that."

Sunset smirks at the girl's returning humor and can't help but laugh. "I want there to be a next time. You'd better save some for me, you hear?"

“Mmm... No promises,” Malisa responds with a wink. “Hey, this might be prodding a little too deep but do you have a special someone back in your home world—pony or human?”

Sunset blushes as she recounts her time back in the human world and in Equstria. She hadn’t been interesting in dating when she was under the tutelage of Princess Celestia, always keeping her face buried in books and projects and lessons. In the human world, however, she’s trying to rekindle her relationship with Flash Sentry and make it genuine. After she leaves this crazy world, that’s exactly what she’s going to do.

Before she can respond, something catches her attention out of the corner of her eye. A little heavenly ringing causes her brows to furrow in irritation. That perverted, small ball of light flutters over to her and bounces in place frantically between Sunset and Malisa.

“Sunset Shimmer, there you are!” Alo exclaims. “I was wondering where you ran off to.”

The dark mage can feel her anger bubbling at the mere sight of the guide but maintains a stonewall expression, so that Malisa doesn’t have to see her malice.

“What do you want, Alo? I’m a little preoccupied with something.”

“My apologies,” he sardonically replies, “but the others came back and...I think you’ll wanna see what happened.”

Sunset bites her lower lip as conflicting thoughts run through her mind. She’s concerned for her friends and wants to know how they fared in their quests but she also didn’t want to leave Malisa’s side for some odd reason.

“You take your time, Sunset,” the receptionist says as she rises from her seat and slings her purse over her shoulder. “We can talk some other time. You take care now."

Malisa waltzes over to the door but hesitates in opening it. Surprisingly, she walks back to Sunset, bends down, and plants a soft kiss on her cheek. Sunset can feel her skin burning as her friend’s lips are removed from her face. She slowly looks up at the girl, who gives her a small wink before finally opening the door to leave.

“Ooh! You tryin’ to hit that?” Alo taunts.

Sunset clenches her fists, ready to throw the nearest object at the fairy, even if it’s the umbrella hanging over her, but simmers down and reluctantly follows Alo back to the guild hall.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU GUYS!?" Sunset exclaims in horror.

Applejack and Rarity's clothes are in tatters and thick semen drips down the sharpshooter's legs. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash look away from each other and from Sunset with shame. Fluttershy and Twilight look giddy with semen covering them head to toe.

"We don't really wanna talk about it," Applejack murmurs.

"Us either," Rainbow Dash seconds.

"We're happy to share our experiences," Twilight says brokenly. "One of the Dracos accompanied us back home and Fluttershy told him she'd come by to visit every once in a while." She nudges the druid in the arm playfully while looking at her with a cheeky smile. "Wants to get a little more of that Draco dick, don't you Fluttershy?"

The timid druid neither denies nor affirms Twilight's question but glances away bashfully as a warm blush spreads across her yellow cheeks.

Alo flutters just a few inches behind Sunset, his breathing heavy and trembling, and the dark mage is certain he's ogling at everyone's exposed bodies. She looks down at her HUD and notices that her level has risen just a tad bit but no new abilities have been unlocked yet. For everyone else, however, it would seem that their levels have risen considerably. It would seem that even with everyone else out on adventures, only a minuscule amount has been transferred to Sunset. It doesn't matter, though. She's just glad everyone's back in one piece.

"Everyone... I’m glad you all made it safe and sound.” She wants to hug each of them but she’d rather not cover herself in the putrid stench of semen and musk. “Thanks for taking time to do this for me.”

“Well, we promised to pull our weight,” Applejack says. “But Ah think we all deserve a bit of a break today.”

All the girls give unified hums of affirmation and Sunset chuckles at their unification. “Well, we can go out for a night on the town and then grab some dinner. After that, I guess we can hit the sack and call it a night.”

S.E.R.V.A.N.T.

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Sunset Shimmer can feel the warm rays of the sun land on her face, prompting her to slowly open her eyes to greet the blessed day. Unfortunately, that day is blotted out by the big, pink, smiling face of Pinkie Pie. Though the dark mage should be screaming in surprise, it's become a common occurrence for the party girl to randomly appear with her face just a few centimeters away from her friends whenever they have sleepovers. And even when they don't have sleepovers.

Without even moving her head, Sunset glances around her and notices that everyone else is gone. The sheets are strewn about and their pillows are unkempt but they're definitely out and about but left Sunset to herself. That was courteous of them but she'd like to spend the day with her friends, not just all day in bed.

"Pinkie, what are you doing?" she interrogates, fixating her eyes on the bard.

"Wanna go on a dungeon raid?" the party girl asks. "Twilight said she wants to go and I wanna go. We just need one more person to make this a proper dungeon raid!" She sits up and points two finger guns at the dark mage, clearly signifying her to be the last member.

"Couldn't anyone else take the chance?" Sunset questions. "What about Rainbow Dash or maybe even Applejack? Or maybe even both of them so they can have some sort of competition?"

Pinkie gently flops onto Sunset's body, her head resting comfortably in the the dark mage’s bosom. Although Sunset Shimmer wants to shove the girl off, the warm feeling enveloping her body is too comforting to reject. Reluctantly, she wraps her arms around Pinkie's back, slowly pulling her in. She can feel the bard's soft breasts pressing up against her belly through the fabric of their clothes and the sheets. The contact feels strange but comforting, nonetheless.

"Everyone else is busy with other stuff," Pinkie mutters, her warm breath melting through Sunset's clothes and washing over her bosom, tingling her skin. "They have work, so they're a little preoccupied at the moment. Plus, Twilight's been dying to try out her new abilities after leveling up. I'm coming along because I want to and because she needs someone to buff her, and we could also use someone who specializes in magic!"

Sunset rolls her eyes at the pink girl's cogent abilities but can't seem to shake off the idea of finding something interesting in a dark, spooky dungeon. Sure, they'll come across some Undeads and horny creatures, but she's sure the rewards they find will be worth it.

"Fuck it. Why the hell not?" Sunset groans. "I'll be ready in a bit, so just let Twilight know I'm coming along."

Pinkie sits up, a gleeful smile on her face. "Okie dokie lokie!" she chants as she leaps off the bed and scurries out of the door.

However, instead of getting up, Sunset remains in the bed with a look of utter despair on her face. "We are so gonna get fucked."

"This was not what I was expecting..." Twilight mumbles as she gazes upon the archway leading to the dungeon's interior.

The archway is made out of stone but deep veins seem to pulsate with a blue, alien light. The area around it is surrounded by glowing metal as if it was infected by some strange, alien disease. This doesn't look like it was sculpted out by the forces of nature, but as if it were built by someone or something out of this world.

"This doesn't look too safe," Sunset says. "Pinkie, are you sure we can take this on?"

"Of course!" the bard says without even a sliver of uncertainty. "We're at pretty high levels anyway, so what's to stop us from taking on this dungeon?"

"The fact that it doesn't look like a dungeon you'd find in a normal fantasy MMORPG?" Twilight responds. "It seems a little too...strange, don't you think?"

"That only means there's gonna be some really good loot in here! Come on!" Without even waiting for her friends to call her back, Pinkie Pie jovially strolls into the strange dungeon.

"I said it before and I'll say it again," Sunset mutters, "we are so gonna get fucked."

"In more ways than one," Twilight adds with a grimace.

The two girls follow Pinkie into the open corridor and cautiously glance around for any hidden traps or monsters along the way. The hallways are lit up by the glowing, blue veins, allowing enough light for the adventurers to see through the darkness and at what's ahead. So far, there have been no signs of danger, but the adventurers can't possibly consider letting their guard down for a second.

Eventually, they come up to a door with a lever off to the side of it. On the other side of the door, the girls can clearly hear the sounds of growling beasts and the agonizing moans of the undead. While Twilight unsheathes her sword and Sunset readies her grimoire, Pinkie stands off to the side, ready to pull down the lever and release the incoming horde.

"On my signal, Pinkie," Sunset commands. She pauses, surprised that Pinkie is actually listening instead of trying to do whatever the heck she wants. "Ready? One—"

"Ready!" Pinkie shouts.

The sound of the lever being pulled and the view of the door opening up causes Sunset's blood to run cold. She looks over distraughtly at Pinkie, who looks back at her with a confused look.

"What? You said 'ready', so I pulled the lever," she explains.

Sunset is doing everything she can to keep herself from strangling the pink bard, but focus on friendly fire at the minute. They have to cut down this horde of enemies if they're ever going to get out of this alive.

Twilight's body glows with a brilliant, red aura, causing her muscles to expand just a bit and her physical attack to increase drastically. She charges at the incoming horde of Undeads, kobolds, and little gremlins, mowing through them like nothing. Her sword cuts through the armor-like scales of the kobolds, her shield smashes the skulls of the zombies and skeletons, and her quick hands grapple the incoming gremlins, allowing her to toss them out of the way like rubble.

Of course, Twilight can't have all the fun. Sunset flips through her grimoire until landing on a few pages free of dark spells and casts the first one that comes to mind. "FIRE MAGIC: FIRE CHAINS!"

Only a few of the creatures are bound by the chains, but it allows Twilight the perfect opportunity to slay them while they're immobilized. They squeal and screech in agony as the chains burn into their skin, searing their tender flesh and bones. Using BLOODHOUND ARROWS, Sunset manages to skewer a few of the remaining enemies, splattering blood upon the walls.

Out of the blue, one red kobolds manage to break through the fray and tackles Sunset to the floor. It grasps her breasts in its sharp claws, pricking her tender flesh. Its breath is putrid and smells of rotten meat, causing Sunset to gag in disgust. Her eyes widen in shock to see a twitching, crimson reptilian cock between the creature's legs. With adrenaline flooding her veins and survival instinct on her mind, she grabs the horny creature by the skull and flips over, placing him on the stone floor and giving the dark mage the upper hand.

She bashes the creature's head in with her own fists, which actually seem to do more damage than they should against the kobold's scales. It's as if her body has been given the strength of a god; her body feels as light as a feather as strength courses through her and her fists feel like twenty-pound weights that pummel the kobold into a bloody, pixelated pulp. Through the bedlam of the battle, Sunset can hear the faint tune of a hardcore song ringing through her ears that invigorates her.

Eventually, Sunset ceases her barrage and rises off of her battered opponent, who fades into EXP particles that flood the dark mage with strength as she levels up. The blood and mosaic gory remains, along with the fetor of iron and meat, fade away into pixels.

"Well that was exhilarating," Twilight says with an exasperated sigh. "Are you alright, Sunset?"

The dark mage looks over to her friend with a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. However, she glances over at Pinkie Pie, who seems a little guilty.

"Pinkie, what's wrong?" Sunset asks.

"Sorry, but it's just like when I went into a dungeon with Rainbow Dash," the bard solemnly replies. "I wasn't very helpful and I wasn't able to fight like the two of you."

Compassion blooms in Sunset's heart for her downfallen friend. Of course, the bard isn't necessarily a combat unit but more of a support unit. She's certain Pinkie knows that, but to see her so downtrodden hurts her a bit.

As she rests a hand on Pinkie's shoulder, Sunset looks into the girl's sorrowful eyes while maintaining a confident glint in her own. "Pinkie, you're a support unit and support units are just as viable as knights, rogues, or mages. You can't bring yourself down, which is ironic because you're meant to boost everyone's spirits and power. You're a viable asset, Pinkie. Don't ever think otherwise!"

The bard's gloomy eyes sudden explode with life as her friend's words hit her. Immediately, she hugs the dark mage, smothering her in love and affection, while nearly toppling her over. For some reason, though, Pinkie's face is planted right into Sunset's bodacious breasts once again. The feeling of having her face smother her tits and the warmth of her moist breath wash over her skin sends a small shiver coursing through her body.

"O-okay, Pinkie," Sunset stammers. "That's enough."

Reluctantly, the pink bard releases her hold on her friend before either of them could succumb to the brewing desires of their hearts. As pleasant as the connection was, Sunset doesn't want to delve into debauchery—at least, not just yet.

"Well then, shall we proceed?" Twilight calls out as she gestures to another door with more monstrous noises emanating from it.

Sunset nods confidently in the face of the oncoming battle. "Let's."

Ten rooms of horny monsters, six lust reducing potions, ten bottles of health potions, five bottles of mana potions, and tons of mid-tier treasure later, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, and Pinkie Pie stand before one final door at what must be the end of the dungeon. Their clothes are in tatters, their stamina is drained, and they barely have enough strength to fend off anymore beasts.

"I think we're almost in the clear," Sunset declares. "This door should be the last thing standing between us and the end of this dungeon—and whatever monsters are behind it."

However, as the girls approach the ginormous door, they notice that there is no knob or lever to open it with. There's no slot for a key to slip into, neither is there any pressure plate to open it.

"Anyone have any ideas as to how we can open this thing?" Twilight asks.

"We can always bust it down, right?" Pinkie suggests.

"And waste the rest of our strength?" Sunset questions. "No thanks. We're already out of potions, so there's no way to replenish our strength once we bust through."

Sunset looks around the walls until her eyes land on a small indent in the wall to the left of the door. There is a small keypad with the blue veins leading up to the door like some sort of electrical current. There are four arrows, each one pointing either up, down, left, or right; the first four letters of the alphabet are on the corners. Above the keypad is a small engraving that glows with a golden light, which Sunset reads aloud for her party to hear:

"From loneliness and solitude shalt the secret beest reveal'd. F'r only the most chaste of p'rsons can uncov'r the code to cheateth their way through."

She looks back to her friends, who gaze at her and the puzzle with questioning looks. The riddle makes very little sense but the buttons on the keypad seem a bit familiar.

"'Only the most chaste of p'rsons..." Sunset echoes. "'The code to cheathet their way'—I got it!"

She punches in the code on the keypad with confidence and a little bit of shame. Immediately, the space begins to rumble as the massive doors open up to the worthy adventurers, leading them to their final challenge.

"Woah! What was the code?" Twilight asks.

"Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A," Sunset says with a bit of blush. "I kinda guessed because it said 'code' and 'cheat' in the same sentence."

"Also from 'chaste', right?" Pinkie asks with a sly grin, to which Sunset glowers at. "Riiiiiight Sunset Shimmer?"

Sunset really wants to strangle Pinkie while she still has the chance, but the sound of mechanical whirring drags her attention back to the open doorway. The adventurers step in, fascinated by the spacious room and the strange technology surrounding them. Robotic parts such as limbs, heads, and cogs litter wooden tables. Dark, empty incubation pods line the walls, but one in the center of the room remains lit—with something inside.

As the adventurers approach, they take a gander at the pod to see what looks like a girl sleeping within. Her hair is jet-black with a pink streak, that reaches down to the dip in her back. Her skin is peachy and bright but doesn't seem quite right like human skin. Her cup size is at least a plump F-cup. She has a black leotard with white along her obliques. Black gloves cover her hands and white boots come up to her thighs.

At the bottom of the pod, Sunset notices a plaque with a little information on the girl, which she conveys to her friends:

"Sentient. Enchanted. Robotic. Venereal. And. Neutralizing. Tool., also known as S.E.R.V.A.N.T., is the first successful artificial android designed by Dr. Eroge to be the perfect combat and sex machine for both genders, all races, and every conceivable fantasy... What the fuck?"

"That sounds pretty interesting!" Pinkie exclaims. She plants her face on the glass window separating her from the android. "Hellooo! Wakey, wakey!"

"Pinkie!" Sunset shouts, dragging her friend away from the pod. "We don't know if we should even open this thing up yet! For all we know, it was sealed down here because it's too dangerous!"

"But I wanna see what it can do!" Pinkie whines like an arrogant child. "And I'm talking about the sex stuff, you all can worry about the combat stuff."

"Oh ho! So there's actually somethin' interestin' down in this dungeon, eh?" a deep, raspy voice calls out from the doorway.

The girls cover up their exposed bits and look back in terror to see a group of seven men, each of them looking menacing with scars and heavy weapons, leering at them with sadistic grins. One of the men, a brawny guy with dark skin, a red mohawk, and a heavy blade over his shoulder, steps out from amongst the rest of his party and approaches the girls.

"Ya know, if it hadn't been for you lovely ladies for clearin' up the dungeon of the monsters 'n' stuff, we'd have to waste all our valuable items and strength. The members of the Blood Brothers guild thank you for your help. Now, if you'll please, hand over your goods."

Twilight and Pinkie slowly step back but Sunset whips open her grimoire, ready to take down the intruders. However, she notices that her mana is nearly depleted; she barely has enough mana to cast enough spells to take them all out...unless she uses another dark spell. She teeters back and forth, conflicted on whether or not to use something as dangerous as that again. She shakes her head and flips the pages back to the normal spells, dispelling those unnecessary ideas.

Extending forth her hands, she channels mana from the atmosphere, collecting crackling energy in front of her palms. "LIGHTNING MAGIC: STORM!"

Bolts of burning lightning shoot from her hands and barely miss the bandit leader before striking two of his teammates dead, leaving them as burnt corpses. With all of her mana drained, Sunset collapses onto her knees in exasperation. She can't feel her limbs and her breaths feel hot in her dry throat. Her mind feels like it's about to blank, forcing her to fall unconscious.

“Oh, you fucking cunt,” the leader growls. He tightens his grip on his sword and gets ready to run at Sunset and her team. “I’m gonna kill you fuckin’ bitches, then I’m gonna fuck your corpses!”

“Well, fuck me,” Sunset gripes under her breath.

“CODE PHRASE ACCEPTED. INITIATING AWAKENING SEQUENCE,” a mechanical, female voice shouts from above.

The sound of steam hissing, gears churning, and mechanical parts whirring to life drags everyone’s attention over to the incubation pod containing the android. The amniotic fluid is drained from the pod before the the door wings open and the synthetic being comes to life. Her glowing, pink eyes scan her surroundings before landing on Sunset Shimmer.

“Requesting DNA print before further instructions,” she says in a cold, robotic tone.

“The hell is that thing?” one of the bandits asks.

Sunset struggles to her feet while her friends place themselves between her and the bandits. With the few dregs of strength still coursing through them, Twilight and Pinkie stand their ground in defiance against their foes and in defense of Sunset as she handles the synthetic being.

"Must be some kinda fuck bot," the bandit leader says as he licks his lips. "Why have you girls, when we can just take that thing for ourselves?! Gettem boys!"

While Twilight and Pinkie handle the goons, Sunset stands face to face with the emotionless automaton. "S-so how do I give you a DNA sample?" she inquires. "Do I just give you a drop of blood or—"

"That will not be necessary," the android cuts off. "Simple lip contact will be enough to provide user's identification. After which, I will be the servant of the one who has provided their biological information."

This is all too weird for Sunset but she’s got no other choice. She needs to be able to help her friends and this is the only logical way now. Mustering up her courage and steeling herself, Sunset connects her lips with the android's. Oddly, it doesn't feel cold or lifeless as she had anticipated. The machine's lips feel smooth like actual skin and have a bit of warmth to them that feels pleasant.

Quickly, she removes herself and notices that the android's lips curl up into a bright smile. "DNA sample acquired," it says. "Master Identification: Sunset Shimmer. S.E.R.V.A.N.T. awaiting orders."

"Protect me and my friends!" the dark mage immediately commands.

The android bows and, in a split second, catches a battered Twilight and Pinkie Pie in her arms right behind Sunset. The girl looks back in surprise, her eyes unable to follow along with the machine's movements as if it had teleported. Gently, it sets the weary girls down and proceeds to slowly waltz over to the opposing guild.

"Da fuq?" the leader mutters. "I guess this thing ain't gonna be our new toy, fellas. Kill it and finish those girls off!"

Two of the remaining goons charge at the android, their swords reared back to strike. The moment they bring their swords crashing into the automaton's neck and torso, their blades snap like twigs. The men look between their broken swords and the chipped pieces in horror while Sunset stares at the spectacle in awe.

"ETHERIAL CANNONS," S.E.R.V.A.N.T. says.

The robot extends forth both of her hands and places them on the chests of its opponents. No one gets to react fast enough before the two men are blasted through the walls by powerful purple lasers. A curtain of dust and particles block Sunset's view but she can see faint silhouette of the terrified members of the opposing guild.

"What the hell!?" the leader exclaims in terror. He looks to the remainder of his petrified men and pushes them forward, forcing them to fight. "What the hell are you idiots doing!? Get out there and kill that thing!"

The goons charge at the automaton, weapons ready to strike once again.

“GOLIATH STRIKE,” it utters.

One of its arms is encased in a giant metal glove with spiked knuckles. With one punch, the robot manages to blow all the incoming goons like a massive explosion, sending them flying away into the walls.

“Fuckin’... I have to do everything around here!” the boss booms.

He grips his blade with both hands and brings it crashing down into the ground, causing a massive fissure to spread from him to the girls. Rearing the heavy weapon back, he charges at the android with a mighty battle cry. In the blink of an eye, though, the robot appears directly in front of the bandit, its fist already buried deep in the man’s gut. He looks down in utter shock and horror while the android has no expression at all. Slowly, the machine removes its fist from its target and watches blankly as the man collapses, completely unconscious.

“Enemy forces neutralizes,” it declares. It looks back to Sunset and the rest of the girls, who are completely awestruck by what just happened. “Was that satisfactory, Mistress Shimmer?”

It takes a minute for Sunset to comprehend what exactly just happened as she looks between the defeated bandits to the emotionless robot.

“T-that was more than satisfactory!” she says. “Thank you!”

The android bows, seemingly prideful with the praise. “Many thanks for your praise, Mistress Sunset. Any further instructions?”

The dark mage looks to the battered girls in her arms and looks back to the android with desperation. “Can you heal me and my friends?”

The robot nods and walks up to the weary girls. Placing both of her hands, and a third emerging from the top of her right shoulder, on Sunset, Twilight, and Pinkie, a green light emanates from her palms that sends a calming warmth through their bodies. Sunset can feel every fiber of her being returning to their prime and her mana bar suddenly fills up with power. As the girls in her arms open their eyes to the scene around them, Sunset embraces them as a warm feeling of relief washes over her.

"Sunset?" Twilight groans. "What happened?"

"You got your asses handed to, that's what happened," the dark mage chuckles through weak sobs. "I'm glad you two are okay."

"What about the bandits?" Pinkie asks. "And the android?"

"The bandits are taken care of and the android is right here," Sunset says. Everyone looks back to the robot, who keeps its arms behind its back as it awaits new orders. "Thank you again, uh...what was your name again?"

"I have not been designated a name, but my identification is Sentient. Enchanted. Robotic. Venereal. And. Neutralizing. Tool., my moniker being S.E.R.V.A.N.T."

"Yeah...that's gonna be too weird to keep calling you," Sunset cringes. "It's gonna be weird calling you Servant all the time whenever we need your help. Let's give you a name."

"Very well then," the android complies. It stands patiently, waiting for whatever name it's designated with.

Sunset mulls over a few ideas in her head, some of which may fit the robot's characteristics, such as its combat prowess and sexual talents, but names such as "Fucktoy", "Berserker", or "Ball Buster" would be a little too much—and far too vulgar. Suddenly, an idea pops up in her mind as she thinks back to her home world of Equestria.

"How about 'Harmonia'?" she suggests.

Twilight and Pinkie look to the dark mage with perplexed looks. "What?" they both ask in unison.

"I mean, it's kind of like mixing up the word 'harmony' into a name. Doesn't sound too bad, right?"

"Very well then," the android says. "Name acquired: Harmonia."

"All we need to do now is get the hell out of here," Twilight says as she opens up her menu and selects the "Fast Travel" option. "Everyone hold on while I get us out of here."

Pinkie, Sunset, and even Harmonia grab onto Twilight as she activates the Fast Travel option to finally escape from the dungeon with all their newfound goods.

A Taste of Madness

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Author's Notes:

The wait is over! This chapter doesn't include any sexy times, sorry. Been busy finishing with finals, dealing with parents being home, and spending time doing other activities, while focusing on this single chapter. Next chapter however, will probably be out a little quicker or slower, depending on how things go.

I've already started setting up future chapters, coming up with titles and premises, and all that. The majority of those chapters are mostly stuff including sex and romance and stuff, but some story elements will be here and there.

Here's a quick question for all of you that will be used to help write a future chapter: If you could have sex with any character from a show (anime, cartoon, etc.), who would it be? Male or female?

Also, here is a little teaser image to make you all guess of what I plan on adding in the story in a much later chapter. It's not this character, but something pertaining to him. If you know, drop it in the comments!

The Demon Lord looks himself over in the mirror, making sure nothing is out of place upon his impeccable appearance. His silver hair is tied back into a short ponytail. His majestic ram horns are polished and filed down to sharp points that can easily pluck someone's eyes out. His tan skin is moisturized and shimmers in the overhead light.

Since this is a meeting with the Queen of Lust, he can't just waltz into her chambers in the buff. A simple black suit and pants with purple trim covers his buff torso and legs. A red mantel littered with medals and insignias wraps around his shoulders. His golden crown rests on the nightstand before him, as he won't be needing it for this meeting. Ebony boots lined with silver plates on the sides cover his normally bare feet.

A meeting with the Queen of Lust is a rare opportunity, especially for the Demon Lord, and he'd rather not miss a single one. The only times she'd ever invite him over is when she has some important information to part, needs to relieve herself of stress, request some assistance from his army, or a combination of all three.

Her majesty's sphere of influence is much grander than his own, but it's something he's allowed since they've struck their first agreement decades ago. The Demon Lord is far more powerful than the Queen of Lust in terms of magic power, yet he's never once tried to usurp her throne or overtake her land. As much as he enjoys raining mayhem and destruction upon this continent, he very much enjoys the debauchery and sin her majesty brings, something the Demon Lord is incapable of enforcing.

Snapping his claws, he summons a blazing red portal and steps through, exiting his humble castle and entering a magnificent dining room on the other side. Two of the walls are made of polished, wainscoted cedar with paintings illustrating different sexual acts; the other two are made of smooth, creamy-white stone. Facing the left stone wall, he sees a lit, stone fireplace with an assortment of images of the queen on the mantel. In the center of the room is an oval, mahogany table where his "date" is waiting for him, sitting at one end.

The Queen of Lust looks as drop-dead-gorgeous as ever, but also much more formal than normal. Her burning, black hair is neatly curled, pushed away from her face to reveal her silky features. Her skin glows with a stunning radiance and her ruby lips are curled into a half-sadistic, half-pleased smile.

A blood-red gown adorns her succulent figure, covering up most of her desirable parts. Her endowed bosom, however, peeks out a bit of juicy cleavage for the Demon Lord to ogle at, as if she had intentionally done this for him. The queen’s crimson eyes leer at the Demon Lord as if compelling him to take his seat, to which he humbly complies.

“It is an honor to be in your presence once again, dear Hedone,” the Demon Lord greets in a deep, gruff voice.

“Oh please. The pleasure has always been mine, and you know that, Caesar,” the queen retorts with a warm smile. “A mighty king such as yourself is far more powerful than I.”

Demon Lord Caesar chuckles at the queen’s modesty while enjoying inflating his own ego. “That is true. However, it is thanks to you that I am able to enjoy much more than just taking peoples' lives and unleashing destruction. Now I get to kill while expanding my harem.”

Hedone shudders as if what her guest had said turned her on. “Mmm, yes. But, jerking each other off aside, I have a pressing matter to discuss with you regarding a particular specimen my troops stumbled upon a few days ago." The queen places two fingers up to the side of her temple and speaks a spell as she gazes at the center of the table. "MIND MAGIC: MEMORY VIEW."

In the very center of the table, a beam of light is emitted and expands to form an opaque screen revealing a girl with amber skin, her hair like a flaming sunset with red and yellow streaks. She's wearing a dark getup with a red horn headpiece.

“Is that what I think it is?” Caesar asks with awe.

“What you are looking at is a brand new dark mage,” the Queen of Lust explains with a gleeful smile. “Her name is Sunset Shimmer and she is in a party with six other girls, all of which are different classes and rather powerful.”

“Another toy for you to break, eh?” the king asks. “You’ll just end up having her corrupt herself, drag her into the depths of depravity, and then accidentally kill her when she can’t handle your twisted love.”

“Pfft! That’s simply because the others were weak! They couldn’t handle my lovemaking, unlike you, my Lord. I’m one hundred percent certain that she is the one that will be my perfect toy. I can tell she will fall into the darkest pits of sin and depravity once given the opportunity. All she needs is a bit of a push in the right direction.”

Caesar leans forward and plants his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his folded hands as he stares intently at the queen. “And this is where I come in? Or rather my army?”

“Yes. I believe you remember what happened to poor Adramelech, don’t you? When he went to fight the new adventurers at the beginner town of Impekka?”

“That worthless dog?” the Demon Lord laughs out loud. “He was the weakest of my generals, of course he would fall so easily! If you're suggesting on sending out the next strongest general, I do not believe—"

"No, no, no! The dark mage must be nearing level twenty soon, so it would be most proficient to send out a much stronger general to face her. Plus, she's acquired an android from one of Dr. Eroge's dungeons. It would be wiser to send someone a bit more powerful to fight her, should her new asset tag along with her on any quests."

The mighty demon leans back in his seat, looking between the Queen of Lust and the projection of the dark mage. The girl's beauty is breathtaking and, dare he say, much more infatuating than the queen. While the lustful matriarch is experienced in all sorts of lovemaking, kinks, fetishes, and sin, she's rather old—though, she's only in her early thirties. Now the dark mage is ripe and young, most likely in her early twenties and not that experienced in the ways of carnality.

"She's much more beautiful than I, isn't she?" Hedone asks almost depressingly, dragging Caesar back to the present.

The mighty king looks over to the matriarch with trepidation, noticing a pained look upon her face. Sweat collects upon his face and his stomach ties up in knots as he tries to conjure something suitable to say to soothe the queen's worries. He is much more powerful than her naturally, that is true, but when the queen amplifies her magic through her emotions, she can be an unstoppable force.

"Now, now, your majesty," he shakily responds with a smile. "She may be younger, yes, but you are still the fairest of all in the land. If I had to choose who I'd fuck first, I'd choose you in a heartbeat."

The matriarch smiles warmly, causing the knot in the Demon Lord's stomach to relax and loosen. He swallows a lodged lump in his throat, realizing he's managed to evade death.

"You are kind, my Lord," the queen replies as she rises from her seat. "Although, I can distinguish fact from falsehoods." Tension returns once more in the king's body while the queen makes his way over to him, sauntering ever so slowly. "Your words had a hint of honesty to them but also a bit of fear, like you wanted to tell me that just so you could spare my feelings."

The clacking of her heels on the stone floor sound like booming drums, sending ripples of discomfort up the Demon Lord's body. He doesn't know what to do now. He was sure he would evade death but now, things seem so bleak once more. He refuses to look up as the queen stands just to his left, her menacing gaze peering down at him with what could only be feelings of contempt.

"Why so serious, my king?" Hedone asks. "Of course I forgive you for making that statement. It was obvious you'd prefer her over me, even I do." She stands behind the Demon Lord, her hands gripping his wide shoulders until her nails are piercing his clothes and flesh. "But if you really want my genuine forgiveness, you'll have to show me that you meant what you said."

Caesar swallows a returning lump in his throat, knowing exactly where this exchange is going. He's an almighty Demon Lord with an army of the undead, monsters, and bitches at his disposal. As much as he enjoys fornicating with the Queen of Lust, he can tell this time will be rather...treacherous.

"But first...how about you send out one of your strongest generals to deal with Sunset Shimmer? Do you think you can do that, my Lord?" Hedone asks. Caesar simply nods in silence, clutching his pants with fear as the queen removes her claws from his shoulders. "Thank you, my dear. Now, about your apology..."

The Demon Lord gulps, feeling the lump of anxiety splash in his twisted guts. If he thinks the queen is going to do what he thinks she's going to do, he won't be able to sit for a few weeks.

Sunset Shimmer splashes cool river water on her face, cleaning off a few droplets of blood from her assailants-turned-victims. The contents of her stomach rise back up her gullet, threatening to spill out, but she wrestles it back down where it rests for now. She shouldn't feel too disgusted, since this isn't the first time she's had to shed some blood, but she doubts she can get over the fetor of iron and the feeling of blood upon her face.

While the last time Sunset ventured into an ingredient-collecting quest may have resulted in a near-rape/near-death-experience, the new location Magus provided his apprentice should be up to her level, if not more manageable. Instead of wearing her explorer uniform, which hardly adds any protection whatsoever, she's kept her adventurer armor on the entire time to provide maximum defense—though it has been torn up once or twice already.

The area Sunset's in is rather peaceful. She kneels before an immaculate river within an illustrious forest filled with a palette of colorful foliage. Beasts of all kinds stroll around the peaceful forest without a care in the world of having their peace stripped away.

At least, Sunset had hoped the peaceful area remained that way.

While she didn’t drag along Harmonia along for the ride, expecting an easy gathering quest, Sunsets is starting to have second thoughts. She had already slaughtered multiple creatures and bandits in the span of an hour, used up quite a number of potions, and practically bathed herself in blood. Although she may have increased her level substantially, she can't take the onslaught anymore. She can hardly catch a break and she's barely eaten anything since she left Impekka.

She shakes her head, however, and clears her thoughts before standing tall and trudging on to complete the task she was given. The last thing she needs is to lose Magus's respect and her paycheck. She can't just go back to everyone empty-handed.

“Everything is fine. Everything is going to be just fine, Sunset,” she mutters to herself. "Just get the ingredients and keep your eyes peeled for any attackers.”

Everywhere she looks, despite the creatures around her seeming gentle and pacifistic, negative thoughts sprout in Sunset's mind, keeping her on edge as she traverses the forest. Her eyes dart to each creature, big or small, and makes sure to keep away from them in case they may try something.

"Damn it all, Sunset," she mutters to herself. "You're letting this shit get to you. Just calm the fuck down and focus!"

She taps her geode, opening up her menu and travels to her inventory, where the list for her gathering quest is waiting for her. As she takes it out, she recites the things she needs once more.

"Azure bark, crimson leaf, and niflbeast tusk. The first two: check. But what the heck is a niflbeast?"

A deep growl from behind her startles her to the bone, prompting the dark mage to glance back at the sight of a wolf-like creature approaching her. Its stiff fur glistens like silver and cobalt, and its gleaming, golden eyes shimmer with hunger and bloodlust instead of wanton. Shards of azure ice form a crown upon its head. White mist pours from its maw, chilling the grass around it. Within its set of knife-like teeth are two jagged blades that curl forward—Sunset's targets.

The horn headpiece upon the dark mage's head begins to tingle as it picks up on the beast's magic power. It's only at level eighteen and the power it's putting off isn't that strong, but it does cause Sunset's temple to twitch.

"Guess that's what a niflbeast is," the dark mage says as she gets into a ready stance with her grimoire floating before her. "Come at me then!"

The monster didn't need to be told twice. It proceeds to paw at the ground before dashing over to its prey, its maw open and ready to take a large chunk of Sunset's flesh. But the dark mage holds her ground, summoning the first spell she turns to.

"WEAPON SUMMON: BLOODHOUND ARROWS!"

The five silver projectiles fire from Sunset's hand and pierce the niflbeast's hide, splattering blood upon the green grass. It flinches from the damage but continues on with its rampage. Just as the beast closes the distance between it and its prey, Sunset Shimmer leaps off to the side in the nick of time, though only earning a small gash on her thigh, sending hot pain shooting up her leg.

"Fucker!" the dark mage roars in agony as she stumbles on her landing.

Unfortunately, her rage doesn't get to live long as the niflbeast gets ready to attack at her again, this time readying a magic attack. The creature opens its mouth, revealing a condensing blue ball of energy. The atmosphere suddenly chills and crystalized ice begins to form around the beast upon the grass and trees.

"Oh no you don't! FIRE MAGIC: INCINERATING CANNON BALL!"

As the two attacks meet, a Sunset's spell melts the niflbeast's, causing a smokescreen of mist to blind the two opponents. Sunset glances around frantically and keeps her ears open for the beast, expecting it to appear from anywhere. Her heart races and her senses are in overdrive as adrenaline courses through her veins.

The sound of a twig snapping to her left gives Sunset the signal to fire off STORM in the direction of the sound. Hearing the bolt making contact with her target and the beast's pained whimpers gives Sunset the affirmation she needs to tell her that her attacker is defeated.

A wave of relief washes over the dark mage as the curtain of mist is drawn back to reveal the slain niflbeast turn into pixels and EXP. In its wake, it leaves its glistening tusks for Sunset to graciously accept.

"Thanks for the contribution," she happily says as she takes her rightfully earned loot and places them in her inventory, finally completing her quest. “Now to get the hell our of here.”

But before Sunset can open up her menu to fast travel back to Impekka, a deep, raspy voice that sounds like Death itself speaks from behind her. “Leaving so soon already?”

The dark mage freezes, her fingers just around her geode, ready to open up the menu to the Fast Travel option. The scent of something smoky and pungent floods her sinuses and chokes her throat and lungs. A warm feeling like a campfire spreads across her back but it starts to feel violent and scorching hot. She glances back in horror as she lays eyes upon the burning forest and a monster poking its head from between two charred trees.

Its body is comprised of molten lava and living flames. Plates of obsidian act as pieces of armor while a flaming sword rests in the beast’s clawed hand. Its face is like a burning skull with eyes of dancing torches peering into Sunset’s quivering soul.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, dark mage," the beast growls with a toothy grin. "I have heard so much about you."

Sunset takes a step back but doesn't summon her grimoire as her mind is constricted by fear. A sharp migraine shoots through her skull as her headpiece detects the monster's absurd magic power. Above the creature's head is its revealed level and name, which causes Sunset's stomach to tie up in knots. DEMON GENERAL: SURTUR—LEVEL 40. She's already above level twenty but she doubts she can take on this boss.

"The Demon Lord has sent me to deal with you and your little toy," Surtur says. He glances around as if looking for something out of place. "But it looks like you didn't bring your android with you today. Guess that means you'll be all alone to face me."

Sunset has to think fast. If she were to fight this general, she'd end up as a pile of ash drifted off by the wind. If she were to run, she'd have no sure chance of escape unless she can somehow stall him. Her legs are ready to run off in the opposite direction but a small part of her is ready to fight in the small chance this boss will track her back to Impekka and harm everyone else there.

"If you're not going to make the first move, I will!" Surtur booms.

Extending his sword forth, the tip of the blade expels a jet of blue flames towards Sunset, singeing her hair as she just barely manages to evade the attack. Just as she manages to look back up at the demon general, Surtur charges towards her, his sword reared back for a decapitating strike. In the nick of time, the dark mage manages to roll off to the right, barely managing to keep her head on her shoulders.

"You're rather quick for a beginner," Surtur says. "Maybe I should turn it up a notch!"

Sunset's had enough of this. Opening her grimoire, she flips to a random page, not daring to venture into the area of dark spells. One of her ice spells appears, giving the dark mage the perfect opportunity to retaliate.

“ICE MAGIC: FROST!”

Placing her hands on the ground, disregarding the dancing flames beneath her, stalagmites of ice begin to form and move towards the demon general. Oddly, though, he holds his ground as he is suddenly encased in ice, completely unable to move. Sunset staggers back a bit, an iota of pride welling up in her heart as she's certain that her spell had worked, but a small crack tells her otherwise.

The ice encasing Surtur’s head begins to fracture and melt away from his preternatural heat. Not even a minute after being encased in ice, Surtur’s head breaks free from its prison and smiles at the dark mage.

“Not bad, dark mage. Not bad at all,” he commends. “Though you’ll have to do bett—“

“Hold it right there!” Sunset exclaims, putting her assailant’s banter on hold. She places one hand up to her forehead and one finger pointed towards the demon general, earning a confused look from him. “You may have forgotten something. You’re still trapped in ice and I’m not!”

Surtur raises a fiery brow and cocks his head to the side as he looks down at himself and at the icy prison he’s still trapped in. “Your point?”

“Your legs are practically useless but my legs are free to move about. This gives me the opportunity to use my ultimate technique!”

Instead of seeming shocked or frightened, Surtur explodes with laughter, causing Sunset’s hope to dwindle a bit. “And what is this ultimate technique of yours? Someone as weak as you would have no way of harming someone as powerful as me!”

In one swift motion, Sunset Shimmer spins around until her back is to her opponent, places one foot forward and bolts off through the forest, screaming a single word at the top of her lungs.

“NIGERUNDAYOOOOO!”

Surtur remains in his prison, alone and confused. He blinks a few times as he registers what just happened. “Did she just... Okay. I'm gonna kill her dead for this."

Sunset dashes through the forest, frantically pressing the Fast Travel option over and over, but to no avail. All it does is pull up the message "Can not fast travel during combat. Remain out of combat for five seconds to fast travel". She plasters her back against a tree once she's certain she's in the clear and counts down the seconds until the Fast Travel can be activated.

"Count down faster you slow fuck!" she grouses. "I'm fucked. I'm fucked. I'm so fucked! Only two seco—"

*CRASH*

The timer disappears just as it hits one second, causing Sunset's rage and fear to skyrocket. Feeling a scorching heat resting on her head, she tremblingly looks up to see Surtur's flaming sword emerging through the trunk of the tree she's hiding behind. It drools with fire and ignites the trunk, setting it and the surrounding foliage ablaze.

"You really think someone as pathetic as you can evade me?" Surtur asks through the flames. Sunset whips out her grimoire and glances around frantically, not knowing where the demon general might pop out from. "I don't know why the Queen of Lust takes a liking to you, but she's willing to pay a high price for your head. It doesn't matter if she gets you alive or dead, so long as she can toy with you."

Sunset knows she can't use her normal spells to beat this guy without expending all of her mana in the process. Reluctantly, she flips to the section of her grimoire containing her dark spells and feels a shiver run up her spine. She knows the risk and what occurred before when she was given no other choice to use her forbidden power, but now is a reasonable time to bring out her true nature.

"Come on out, motherfucker!" she yells into the flaming forest. "If you want me, come and get me!"

As if on cue, Surtur peeks out from behind a charred tree, blending in with the orange flames around him. His eyes burn with murderous intent that bores into the dark mage's soul. Sunset doesn't dare move back or even attempt to run. Adrenaline courses through her veins and the bubbling rage in her heart gives her the determination to fight against the mighty foe before her.

"You have quite the dirty mouth on you, missy," Surtur growls. "But it'll be put to better use once the Queen of Lust has her depraved claws on you."

"Like hell I'll let you take me!" Sunset shoots back, readying a dark spell. "I fought one of you guys before and won; I'll do the same again to you! DARK MAGIC: SHADOW PITS!"

Just like with the last demon general, a set of shadowy arms emerge from the black pool beneath Surtur, clutching onto his burning body. Instead of fearing for his life like Adremelech did, this general begins to chortle in amusement, catching Sunset by surprise.

"This is what you used to defeat Adremelech?" he asks. Sunset watches in horror as the tendrils wrapping around the general begin to burn away like the leaves around them, releasing Surtur from his hold. "I'm leagues above that worm. You're going to have to do better than that to beat me."

Sunset looks at her HUD and notices that her 'corruption' meter hasn't filled up at all. That's a relief but it still doesn't help with the situation she's in. She turns the page in her grimoire, landing on another page with a much more potent dark spell. Reading its contents causes Sunset's stomach to tie up in knots, but she fights through the anxiety and stares her opponent down.

"You won't be laughing when you're just a shriveled up corpse!" Sunset proclaims before running right at the general.

Surtur summons another flaming sword out of thin air and rears it back to strike as Sunset closes the gap between them. Any hesitation the dark mage has in her heart is burned away by anger and the determination to make it out of this encounter alive. As Surtur strikes, Sunset leaps into the air and grabs hold of the general by the face and proceeds to use DEVIL'S KISS, completely ignoring the flames scorching her palms.

Blue wisps of mana, EXP, and lifeforce pour out of Surtur's open mouth and into Sunset's. The look of terror on the general's face as his essence is transferred to his enemy puts a small smile on Sunset's lips. It feels ecstatic to see her enemy feel the terror she did when she was cornered. Watching him try to push her off as his body loses strength, only to fail and falter is wonderful!

The flames that make up Surtur's body begin to die out and his body morphs into something more adolescent. His terrifying appearance disappears as his essence has been drained dry and he collapses on the charred earth.

Sunset Shimmer, on the other hand, is brimming with power. Her level has skyrocketed up to thirty-three, her mana is overflowing, and her abilities have exponentially improved. Most of all, however, her 'corruption' meter has risen up to twenty percent.

"W-what did you do?" Surtur wheezes. "H-how—?"

"Devil's Kiss," Sunset responds blankly. "It allows me to absorb your experience points, health, mana, and all that until you're back to level one like a beginner, and I absorb a certain percentage of your experience.

"Although, the only drawback to using it, since it is a dark spell, is that I accumulate corruption based on half of your level." She flips her grimoire back to the first page of her dark spells as a sinister grin spreads across her face. "This'll raise it up to about twenty-five percent, but I don't care so long as you're dead. DARK MAGIC: SHADOW PITS."

The demon general looks around himself in terror as shadowy tendrils wrap around his weakened body and submerge him beneath the shadows.

"D-devil! You're a devil!" His cries are the last things Sunset hears before the forest is drowned in silence and the raging inferno is doused as quickly as it started.

A sense of tranquility and glee washes over the dark mage as silence fills the air. Even though her strength is rejuvenated, via leveling up, she collapses to her knees, tightly hugging herself. For some odd reason, it feels as if ice is coursing through her veins, even though the warm forest should be heating her up.

"F-fuck that was int-t-tense," she shivers. "I gotta get the hell out o-f-f here."

Quickly opening up her menu and traveling to the Fast Travel option, Sunset quickly escapes the charred forest and reappears in the town square of Impekka. Without wasting a second, she travels to Magus's place to drop off the collected ingredients and head back home to get some rest.

However, as she makes her way to the alchemist's shop, Sunset notices a few of the denizens shooting her a few fearful glances. She doesn't care what anyone else has to say about her tattered or charred appearance; all she needs is some sleep.

Sunset opens the door to Magus's shop, prompting the alchemist to greet his incoming apprentice, only for him to remain silent and stare at Sunset with wide eyes.

"Sunset, what happened to you?" he asks with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Ran into a general of the Demon Lord's army," the dark mage wearily responds as she hands over the ingredients to Magus. "I'll just take my cash and head out."

The alchemist doesn't speak a word but hands Sunset seven hundred silver coins for completing the quest. Although the payment is an average amount for these gathering quests, Sunset can't help but feel something pounding in her brain, forcing her to chew the alchemist out and demand for more, but she holds her tongue and silently walks out of the shop.

"Sunset!" Malisa's cheerful voice calls out, causing the dark mage to wince in response for some odd reason. She looks to her left to see the receptionist running towards her with a bright smile, but it slowly falters into a worried look the closer she gets closer. "By the gods, are you alright?"

"I'm f-f-fine," Sunset says with a hint of agitation. "Just need t-to get some rest."

Before the dark mage can walk off in the opposite direction, Malisa grabs her by the shoulder, holding her in place. "You're not fine," the receptionist persists. "You used dark magic, didn't you?"

Sunset purses her lips and glances back at her friend's worried face. "How did you know?"

"The horn on your head and that wing sprouting from your back," Malisa points out.

Sunset raises a confused brow and looks into the window of Magus's shop to see exactly what Malisa was referring to. On the right half of her body is a horn on her temple, a blood-red eye within a black sclera, a leathery wing on her shoulder, and her exposed arm covered in black markings.

"What the hell?" she mutters. She feels the hard horn upon her temple and the smooth wing upon her back, still unable to believe that they're there and they're hers. "Am I transforming or something?"

"Here. Come with me," Malisa says, grabbing Sunset by the wrist. "I got something that can help you."

But Sunset wants to get some rest, not rely on someone else for help. However, a small part of her begs her to trust this girl and go along with her. Not even putting up a fight or saying a single word, the dark mage allows herself to be taken back to Malisa's home to be dealt with.

Sunset Shimmer—Level: 33; Class: Dark Mage; Abilities: Lightning Fiend, Stone Prison, Corrosion, Shadow Pack
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Signs: aggressive behavior, sadistic pleasure, devilish appearance
Applejack—Level: 25; Class: Gunslinger; Abilities: Rain, Piercing Shot
Rarity—Level: 25; Class: Mage; Abilities: Freya's Wreath, Hydra's Roar
Twilight Sparkle—Level: 22; Class: Knight; New Abilities: Mana Coating
Rainbow Dash—Level: 22; Class: Rogue; New Abilities: Mana Rider
Fluttershy—Level: 22; Class: Druid; New Abilities: Animal Instinct
Pinkie Pie—Level: 22; Class: Bard; New Abilities: Leeroy Jenkins!

Lewd Quest: MMORPG Adventure

by Nephilim

Press Start

Character Selection

Impekka

Slimes

Queen of Lust

Ingredient Hunt

The Demon General

Split: Part 1—Reptilian Relations

Split: Part 2—Dungeon Debauchery

Split: Part 3—Lecherous Lycanthrope

Meanwhile...

S.E.R.V.A.N.T.

A Taste of Madness