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Making his way through the forests surrounding his kingdom, which had now all but been established, save for in name, Cere'Qul lifted his nose into the air, tasting the freshness of the wind as he kept his body a spare few centimeters from his mate's. One of them anyway. The demon stallion, his crimson mane fluttering within the streaming light of the afternoon sun, said nothing as he found no signs of disturbances anywhere within the vicinity, something that should not have been a surprise considering the presence of the black equine. After claiming his former prison as his new home, Cere'Qul had let the earth seep with his presence, the results of which led the equine to flushing out any and all creatures that might have been able to cause him or his harem harm. That had been almost a month ago and now...

"You worry," The smaller zebra chuckled, her sweet alto of a voice honeying her words at the same time it brought the full focus of her stud down onto her head.

"We are not," Cere'Qul stated simply, even though his words were but a facsimile of the truth. After having seeded the smaller pony mare the demon stallion had gone into something of a darked blessed protector mode; it was all that Zecora could do not to roll her eyes as she thought over how protective, and smothering, the black horse had been after he realized that the zebra shamaness was knocked up with his foals.

"Then what is the reason you are traveling with us?" Zecora asked with casual ease, completely unafraid of the more powerful creature beside her. It had already been made clear that for all of his powers and sexual savagery, Cere'Qul would never look to lay a hoof onto one of his mates in any manner that could be deemed harmful. Not to say that he tolerated insubordination of any kind from those beneath; however, the demon stallion found more...inventive ways to punish those who looked to challenge his will.

"We are bored." The flippant response would have been more believable if it weren't for the fact that Cere'Qul had personally told the zebra that he was coming with her on her search for a potion she had been asked to concoct. It made little sense, really, if one were to think over the fact that herb gathering was something almost trite for the pregnant mare to idle her time with; however, Cere'Qul's protectiveness saw to him personally safeguarding his mate, instead of allowing another to do it for him.

"Is that true?" Zecora had a way of getting underneath the black horse's skin, ruffling his nerves as she turned her dark jade eyes to him while keeping her ears to the sky.

"Yes." The simplicity of the statement made it so that the zebra mystic dropped the subject before it could carry one any farther. The fluttering of the larger equine's lips, a clear sign of his annoyance, followed with the flicking of his ears until they turned back behind his head, told the pregnant mare everything she needed to know.

"Then all is well...uh..." A sudden grunt from the smaller pony had Cere'Qul halting in place, his crimson eyes, of which no pupil could be seen, shown with bright intensity - concern written clearly within them.

"Are you well?" Lowering his head so that he could snuffle his wide nostrils, the heat of his inhalations so great that it made Zecora flush slightly, though in embarrassment or excitement, it was hard to tell. The feel of the leathery flesh of the larger male's snout running over and across her body made Zecora chuckle, her throat somewhat strained as she spoke next,

"I was caught off guard by a wave of fatigue," Truth had always been the zebra's greatest asset so she chose to wield it now in the face of the mighty beast next to her. "I am fine."

Cere'Qul didn't seem satisfied with this as he moved his way around the other, his nose drinking in his mate's sweaty form as he dipped his nose along every inch of the zebra. When the larger male made his way to his mare's misshapen nethers, the feminine folds flexing somewhat, the demon breathed in several gulps of air around Zecora's twat before whinnying. "Perhaps now was not a good time for you to go on this jaunt," Cere'Qul seemed to be speaking more to himself than to the pony in question as he quietly whispered his assertion.

"I am well enough to venture out into the world, were I not, then what would that mean for the one who had not become?" The counter statement was enough to get Cere'Qul to pull back whatever else he might have had on his lips as the stallion trotted back around to stand before his mate, his vermillion tail snapping behind him as he did so.

"We should hurry to finish this task, the day grows unpleasant," this was a great irony considering that there was not a cloud to be seen within the sky. The azure field that stood above the two equines looked all the fore as though it were a silent ocean - quiet, steady, unwavering.

"As you say," Zecora tried her best to stifle the chuckle that threatened to creep from her throat, more to let her mate keep his sense of dignity than in fear of any repercussion from the demon stallion.

The rest of their walk was made in peace, something that Cere'Qul was mildly grateful for. Once they found what they were searching for, the green thistle plants that the zebra mystic needed being hidden around a small river bend that drank from a waterfall unseen by most ponies, Cere'Qul and Zecora worked quickly to gather the materials needed before...

"Cere'Qul," Zecora called out, drawing the demon stallion's attention. The sight of the pregnant zebra sauntering over to him, her low hanging belly sagging ever so slightly, wobbling with life for which would cement Cere'Qul's dominion over the world, had the black stallion whickering somewhat heatedly.

"Yes?" The first touch of the zebra's body against his own, the smaller mare rolling her shoulders against his midriff as her rump waved against the air filling the air with the scent of her fragrant sex, had the demonic stud's cock slipping out from the inside of his sheath, the long standing pole rising like a snake against Cere'Qul's belly.

"Since we're all alone out here, perhaps we might make love to one another?" A plop of precum against the verdant grass beneath his hooves answered the zebra's question.

The rich stink of equine musk, heady and thick the same as the demon's own sweat, made Zecora swoon just a touch as she watched her mate move around her, his larger form swiftly settling itself into position with his massive bulk overshadowing her own diminutive form as the black stallion hefted himself up over Zecora's backside. The zebra, having been mounted several times before, in various positions that might not have been possible for an equine body, was more than prepared to hold herself up as she pressed her backside against the larger male's torso.

"We would enjoy nothing more than to unite with you, little one," Cere'Qul's late reply brought a chuckle from the zebra mystic. 'At least he's getting better about voicing his desires,' Once before, Cere'Qul would have simply moved himself up over one of his mates whenever the need pressed itself against his mind, grasped them with his front hooves, and then drilled his flank forward until the two forms were caught up into the mutual throes of hot, mind-numbing ecstasy. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Far from it. However, it was much nicer to have some warning, even a little bit of control over the situations, before they were borne into being.

"Then, by all means," Zecora flipped her long, silken tail out from over her fluttering lips, the trial of feminine secretion that exited out from her depths proof of the mare's readiness, not that Cere'Qul could see this from where he stood above the other. "Have at thee."

A grunt left the mare's muzzle as the rounded head of the demonic stud's flared cockhead reached out and then pressed forward into the zebra. The girth, so wide and massive that it drew Zecora's breath away, made the pony whicker in delight, once her lungs no longer felt as though they were going to collapse inside of her chest. Stamping her hooves into the ground, her legs trembling slightly as fire and lightning raced up her spine, Zecora did all she could to keep from growling in discomfort as the bulk of her lover's shaft stretched her experienced pussy open to the point where it felt as though she were going to be broken. This was a sensation that, no matter how many times she might mentally try to prepare herself, there was little Zecora could do to fully relax her body into the point of submission as the demon's maleness punched through her nether's like a battering ram gone mad.

It hurt, by the gods it hurt, the gargantuan shaft, almost a big and thick as one of Zecora's thighs, made certain to impress itself onto every nerve and groove inside of the little zebra, sparking flashes of pleasure and pain until it felt as though the two sensations were as one inside of the mare's mind. Huffing breaths chased out from Zecora's lips as she panted quietly underneath her mate, Cere'Qul's relentless press forward, his quivering hips sinking closer and closer into his mate as their bodies longed to touch, became the goal of the painful rapture that was their union with one another. If Cere'Qul noted the zebra's discomfort he made little show of it. The demonic stud, his head tipped up to the sky, his fluttering lips kissing the sky while his eyes remained slammed shut as pure excitement tore through him, continued to step forward, his shaky legs determined as the black stallion slipped more and more of his length into his mate.

When the great mass of flesh that was the demonic stud's cock finally reached three-quarters of the way inside of her, Cere'Qul dropped his head back down, sweat dripping from his mane from the exertion of holding himself back.

"Are you...well?" The black stallion asked, his large eyes, darkened to a blood red from the desire pooling within him, shone patiently as their own gazed down to his mate with worry and concern lighting his face.

A few breathless pants answered the other as Zecora tried valiantly to gather her wits about herself. "I...am fine." That was partially true, though only in part as could be told by the zebra's entire body which was as taut as a bowstring beneath the shadow of the greater male's form. "Give me...a...moment," Cere'Qul would have waited for an eternity if that was what it took to allow the mare to become comfortable with the length that speared her onto its flared head.

A clench of muscles was rewarded with a whicker by the black stallion, but no a single hair on the equine's body moved, such was the control the demon had. Nostrils flared wildly as Cere'Qul drunk in the scent of his and Zecora's sweat and pheremones mingling together, a potent musk which made the demonic stud's tail lift and then snap behind his back. Had anyone been able to see them, they would have noted that as the long appendage made of wispy, crimson hair flipped up and down, Cere'Qul balls, larger than the average sized cantaloupe, bounced up and down inside of the black sac which contained said stallion's orbs. The twitching, rolling testicles, which hung low enough that they could have pressed up against Cere'Qul's knees, seemed to move like living things as they pumped out ribbons of stallion fluid out and up into their owner's long tube of flesh. The result was that the hot liquid, more potent than any alcohol, burned deep inside of Zecora's tummy, stimulating the zebra's nerves until the mare was left moaning and pressing back into her mate.

"Are you ready?" the feeling of the slickness of his mate's channel sliding over and along his length caused Cere'Qul to knicker somewhat warningly. All it would take was the barest attestment to Zecora's acceptance of her place beneath him, a small showing, a hint nod even, and the demon would have the other rutting hard and fast against the mare's backside.

The feel of Zecora curling her inner muscles down around him, the tightness of her too small form trying to act as a vice along the length of his mighty prick, was the proof of acclimation that the demonic stud needed. Pulling his hips backwards, the slow sucking sound of wet flesh slipping out from feminine depths, the likes of which had been bred numerous times before, made Cere'Qul whinny loudly. How he loved to hear the debauched noises that were made as his masculine pride ripped its way through one of his mates, the moans that echoed afterwards from the lips of those who lay beneath him as he rutted hard at their flanks, made the demon chuckle darkly. The pure pleasure that came from the sensation of his cock, straining with blood and pulsing veins, pressing back into the hole which looked to be the sheath for his maleness was like bliss undenied, and the greedy demon couldn't help but want more. More of the heat that burned against his underside. More of the groans that passed through his mate's lips as she sent to him numerous wordless prayers. More of the rapture that could only be found as his balls rose up into his body, the fleshy sac carrying them stretching and wiggling as though knowing that their purpose was to help excite the demon until he came hard and deep inside of his mate until their stomach's bloated, round and firm with his seed.

"Ahhhh," Zecora was helpless as she cried out beneath Cere'Qul, the black and white mare a sacrifice to the demon's lusts as he pumped his hips desperately into her own. "Cere'Qul, more! More!" The smile that peeled itself over and along the length of the female's muzzle made the black stallion look like something from the shadows of a nightmare as hot, glowing burned deeply while staring into the back of the zebra's head.

"As you wish, our beloved mate!" A sudden thrust, hard and unrelenting, made Zecora yelp and then shiver. A second and the mare was made voice once more as her throat locked up; the whimper that followed after were all that the demon needed to hear anyway. They told of things that Zecora, even as she was now, pregnant and full with the proof of Cere'Qul's virility, would probably never say within the light of day.

And that made it all the more sweeter to the stallion to work the mare over until she was left babbling all of the truth for which her rigid mind would never allow her to say.

Both of the horses, writhing as they were in sexual bliss, failed to notice the eyes of those around them, watching their every lustful movement with quiet apathy, circling the two of them. Cere'Qul mind, too focused on his mate's adulations, was caught unaware as the demon's sixth senses began to tingle with the warning that something...was not right. The shuffling of the leaves of the bushes, which would have been picked up in a matter of seconds by the sharpened senses of the black stallion, were all but ignored as Cere'Qul hugged his legs into Zecora's midsection, the demonic equine all but dragging the mare back into his groin as he surged his hips forward over and over and over into the zebra, leaving the female somewhat senseless beneath him. That would prove to be the demon's downfall, but later. Not now, though.

Now, Cere'Qul could have been accosted by all three of the princess of Equestria and the black stallion wouldn't have noticed. After all, the fire he felt burning inside of his chest, the heat of which was causing the sweat on his back and neck to steam, drove the demon to quickening his thrusts into his mate's sopping pussy. His medial ring, the thick protrusion of flesh which divided his cock into half, was the only thing that kept both his and Zecora's juices from spilling out onto the earth. So fast and powerful were the black stallion's thrusts that the circular expanse of flesh did nothing more than rake itself across Zecora's clitorous as it popped back in and out of the other. The small button resting just above the outer edge of the zebra's cunt sent lighting bolts of stimulation throughout the smaller pony's quaking form. The result of which made it so that Zecora's nethers, already gushing on the inside, was made to produce more and more of the mare's juices. The sticky, wet sound of cock and cunt dancing together, an ecstasy without words, resounded throughout the glade where the two stood together, a music for which all life had began to.

"So hot...so...hotttt..." Zecora moaned, her eyes nearly rolling up into her head as her temperature was raised by the infernal heat that coursed through every drop of blood within her demon mate's body. The grass underneath was suffered a much worse fate, however, than anything the zebra was feeling. The smell of acrid smoke, the black clouds rising up around the pair in testament to the fire that crackled underneath Cere'Qul hooves, burned the ground for several centimeters, that was just how much heat the demon was producing.

None of that matter to Cere'Qul, though.

Not as his hips flew desperately into his mate's nethers as the oncoming rush of his orgasm began to sneak its way into the demon's not. Not as his muzzle pulled down, his maw opening wide, revealing twin rows of pointed fangs which spoke of a dangerous predator getting ready to claim flesh in tribute to its being, snapped out and down around Zecora's nape; the conscious effort of the black stallion to bit down and possible kill the other a showing of how much the demon actually cared for his mate. Not even as his tail lifted high into the sky, his hooved digging deep into the ground as he braced himself for what was about to come.

No, all that concerned the demon now was the knowledge, instinctual as it was, that he was about to fill his mare with more of his seed, baptizing the zebra with the white glaze of anointment that would further secure her being as one of his harem. If he could, Cere'Qul would have liked to have it so that Zecora would be left with another foal inside of her stomach from this mating, but he knew that he had to be careful now as the smaller pony was already carrying his seed within her belly. Though tiny as it was, his seed would only help the the unborn demon to grow strong, yet adding another inside of his mate's womb would only seek to endanger both. So instead, Cere'Qul unconsciously focused his thought, channeling the violent energy that forever stroked itself inside of his black heart, down into his testicles, changing his seed into a potent mix of fluid that would help to spur the growth of his foal.

Zecora knew nothing of this at the moment, her body was sending its own signals throughout her being, telling her to prepare for that which would leave her helpless and groaning underneath her mate, just as she should be. A clench followed a twin cries from both equines as Cere'Qul came hard and fast into Zecora. The black stallion shifted his hips through his orgasm, holding firm once he pulled his front legs back, forcing the mare under him as closely into his body as was possible. Zecora hissed and the sung a moan to the sky, her eyes fluttering shut as her nether opened wide to accept every last gooey drop of love that poured out from her from her mate's testicles.

The sight of the female's rounded belly, already set low from the weight growing inside of her, was exacerbated by Cere'Qul's semen as the demon's cum rushed inside of Zecora, filling her deeply. The slowly growing paunch, like a balloon being filled with water, pressed out and down until the sloshing mass of flesh looked as though it could burst at any moment. However, Cere'Qul's powers prevented that from happening. Instead, the little mare's tummy held firm as the demonis stud quivered and twitched, his face tightening in concentration, as the stallion seeded his mate with every drop of fluid that could be mustered out of his slowly deflating sac hanging between his legs.

It took some time, maybe a minute, maybe thirty, neither equine could be sure as they were so wrapped up inside of the bliss that was their mutual climaxes. Yet all things come to an end, for sure be they wonderful or unforgivable, and soon Cere'Qul's snout returned to its passive state as the last of the demon's cum poured out through his cock into Zecora. Neither equine moved from where they were joined, however. Zecora, her body shuddering as her senses tried to conform around the fact that she now carried a much greater weight inside of her belly than what she already had before. Once she had come to terms with this, though, the zebra panted a sigh and then sagged where she stood, her eyes slowly lowering back down into their rightful place inside of her head.

"That was...wonderful, Cere'Qul," the zebra whispered with exhaustion creeping over her words. "Remind me why I share you with the others again?" The chuckle that came from the demonic stud made visible vibrations ripple through Zecora's belly. Cere'Qul pulled his fangs, which had embedded themselves ever so gently into the zebra's flesh, puncturing the white hide, yet leaving no traces of blood behind, before replying to his mate.

"Because, our mate, we wish it to be so," Cere'Qul, while much more caring and protective of his mates as he was now, never let the others forget that he was the one who ruled them. "Though we will always make sure that you, as the first, will feel out seed the most." That was something that the demon had promised himself from a long while ago, despite the fact that Fluttershy had been the first pony to grow round with his foals, Zecora was the only mare who kept safe a special place inside of the demonic stud's heart.

Not to say that all of his mates didn't hold fast ties to the black stallion's emotions, but Cere'Qul didn't like to think on that too often.

"Once we are ready we should return to..." Everything stopped. The wind which had been silently brushing along the dark horse's form even halted as Cere'Qul's ears flipped up and around, his crimson eyes following soon after as the demon felt the presence, or rather presences, of several creatures which should not have been anywhere close within his vicinity.

"What is wrong?" Zecora couldn't see what the matter was, her body was still being overshadowed by her mate's massive bulk, so all she could do was question the other.

"We...are being watched." The demon said, a snort of anger gushing out from his nostrils as white hot anger tore through him.

The shifting of leaves brought forth a black form, much smaller than Cere'Qul's own, followed by several others until...

"We are surrounded!" The fury that followed this assessment was chased after a yelp by Zecora as Cere'Qul drew his hips back suddenly, the black stallion's medial ring ripping through the zebra's snatch in consequence to this, before a gush of hot fluids rained down and onto the ground at both equine's feet.

Had the two been of a curious mind, they would have been surprised, Zecora at least, to note how the blackened earth began to drink up the mixture of semen and juice, pulling it into the ground before turning the burnt grass...green once again. Yet at the moment, Cere'Qul was to incensed to care about such a thing and Zecora currently swooned between pain and bliss to be of mind to take note. A growl-like roar came from out of the demon's muzzle, the bellow so loud it shook the world almost, as Cere'Qul stood above his mate, ready to defend her to the death.

The death of the interlopers, that is.

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Cere'Qul was not pleased about what had happened, this was clearly evident by the deep scowl that painted itself across the demonic stallion's face as he followed along with Zecora as he and the mare were led by the black creatures off to someplace unknown to him. The only reason this was happening was that Zecora, in a brief moment of insight, realized that there had to be something more to this odd occurrence than what it seemed. And while she didn't rightly know what meaning there was behind all of this, the zebra pony felt that Cere'Qul's wrath would be better spent after learning all of the factors that had brought the situation into being rather than expending his strength savaging the black creatures that had surrounded them.

So, against his own unsound judgement, the likes of which begged for the demon to tear apart each of the critters that had surrounded him and his pregnant mate, Cere'Qul snorted, his mane flipped up against the wind as he did stamped a hoof against the ground, and then begrudgingly allowed

the creatures to take him and Zecora wherever they had come from. It took everything the demon had not to let his powers rip free from his control. The raw need to protect his mate, and the foal she carried, was slowly driving Cere'Qul to the brink of madness, and in seeing the fearful looks those around him shared as they came to realize the danger behind the black stallion, the demon wanted nothing more than to give into his desires and smote each of the black things into nonexistence.

"Patience," Zecora whispered up to her mate. The black and white mare nuzzled across the larger stud's side, pressing her sweaty neck and shoulders against Cere'Qul's own to calm the other.

"We...are not pleased by this!" That was the understatement of the century, Zecora thought. Watching the earth underneath her stallion's hooves burn the grass to cinders while blackening the dirt until it became charcoal, the zebra mystic knew that it wouldn't be long before the larger equine lost control of himself. And while she was sure that Cere'Qul would be able to kill each and every last one of the entities around them, probably in a display of savagery that would leave her shuddering with nightmares for years to come, Zecora felt within the depths of her being that it would be best to wait.

Whatever had sent these things after them, they had to be someone that should be brought face to face with Cere'Qul. What would happen then, though, that was something the zebra didn't really want to contemplate on. She was wise enough to know that there would be an altercation, but seeing the fury of her mate growing with each passing second...

"You must be patient if we are to get to the heart of this matter," The pleading tone helped to calm the demon stallion down, if only a little.

Cere'Qul whickered, his lips flapping wildly over her sharpened teeth, yet he said nothing more as he brushed his bulky head against that of his pregnant mate.

Once they had arrived, their destination having taken them from the fertiles hills surrounding Ponyville to the dark and rugged mountains hidden within the wastes of Equestria, Cere'Qul tucked Zecora tightly against himself, the black stallion not trusting the setting anymore than he did those who called the locale home. The creepy castle-like structure that loomed in the distance wasn't helping the demon to feel any more comfortable with the situation, not if the throbbing pulse of negative energy he could sense coming from it were any indication of who, or what, may live within its walls. While not as pleasant as his own keep, the pulsations that radiated from the stone walls felt somewhat familiar to Cere'Qul, though not in anyway that he would have cared to remember.

'Another of our kind?' He mused as the doors of the keep opened revealing a yawning darkness for which made Zecora shudder. 'No, this power...is too young. Too infantile to be of our own.' The memories of the times when fire and chaos ruled lingered at the edge of the demonic stallion's mind, forever taunting him with the memory of that era when peace and love were but faint nightmares that clung onto the edge of reality.

The polite madness he felt upon stepping into the darkened castle, so gentle and benign that it made the black equine chuckle darkly as his glowing crimson eyes illuminated the interior before him, had Cere'Qul snorting. The make of the inner chambers leading through the castle were, at best, primitive. The dark marble walls, green flame lit torches, and slithering shadows actually made the dark horse rumble a bit in amusement, something that caused Zecora to turn and lift an eyebrow.

'If this is the greatest that the world has to offer us by way of competition, we are most disappointed.' After thousands of years, for which Cere'Qul had long since come to estimate that was how long he had been imprisoned for, the demonic stallion often wondered what had become of the darkness that had once encompassed the world.

Many times the black equine had been left awake contemplating if there were others like himself, trapped somewhere within the new world, lingering between the dream of a time which had passed and the dawning of a world in transition. Yet, upon getting to the a large doorway, watching it open to reveal a black maress seated onto a comfortable looking bed made of purple and black satin, Cere'Qul couldn't help but whinny out loud.

"Pathetic," the word caught all by surprised, especially the green eyes female rising up to stand before the demon.

"Excuse you?" her voice, like nails being scratched upon a chalkboard, made the zebra mare flinch while Cere'Qul merely flickered his lips at the other tauntingly.

"We were calling you and your home by the only word deserving of its nature." Letting his vision roam around, the crimson eyes stallion pulled away from his mate, the surrounding creatures that stood next to her pulling forward to try and put the demon back into his place. "And to those you would call servants." A quick flip of his head backwards followed with a plume of radiant flames being sprayed out from Cere'Qul's ballooning throat.

The molten wash of fire crested over the black critters, swallowing all of them whole in an instant, before rising up to tornado high enough to touch the ceiling. What was left, once the spiraling funnel of heat and light faded into nothingness, was less than a grain worth of ash, much to the surprise of both mares. Closing his muzzle back with a snap, fangs locking together into a dark sneer, Cere'Qul turned his snout to regard the black maress. 'Though, the question remains, are you as pitiful and weak as your servants, or are you worth more than our idle amusement?"

The blank look that crossed the black mare's face spoke largely on what the other felt as she noted the space where her servants had been. The smoking pile of...nothing, the rising whiffs of black seemed to be rising from the very air itself as the marble of the floor was left visibly unblemished from the black stallion's attack, held the female's attention for several moments before she turned to look at the large stud before her.

"I think you and I should discuss that without an audience, wouldn't you say?" The green eyes mare looked to Zecora, a mask of empty emotion covered the larger female's features, though the dark look of retribution could easily been seen by the zebra and Cere'Qul.

"Our...she stays." The demon was grateful for catching himself before he could say something that he should not have. The rise of one black eyebrow found a shake of the demon's head. "She is of some value to us, and as such, we keep all things we consider important close at hoof." It would not bode well to let the other know that Zecora was his mate, less the black mare try to make an attempt on the zebra's life, well, more than what she had already planned if the glower in her jade orbs was anything to go by.

"Fine. But I hold no responsibility over her safety." The maress flipped her head to the side, her black mane sweeping the air in something that could have resembled sensual. Not that Cere'Qul cared about this. He was too focused on trying to see what game the other intended to play, especially as the unnamed mare settled herself back down onto the soft looking mattress of her bed. "Now, is that acceptable?"

"It is." Cere'Qul flipped his crimson tail once, and Zecora quickly huddled herself next to the demon's side.

The door behind the two of them was slammed closed after a short bob of the black mare's head informed someone behind the Cere'Qul and his mate that the conversation about to be had was not for the eyes of others. Once the large white doors were sealed, tension quickly began to rise within the room as the black stallion looked to the onyx mare, the both of their eyes glaring hotly at one another.

"Now, who are you, and why are your trespassing in my domain?" Cere'Qul answered with a neigh of annoyance.

"Your domain?" The laugh that followed after the presumptuous statement had the demon chuckling low within his throat. "You own as much space as that which occupies the in between of your ears." The hiss the black maress let out caught Zecora by surprise, but did little to affect her mate. "Had we have been of a...sound mind, we would have disposed of them earlier, but my mate bayed me to spare them, and thus we did."

"You speak in a rather...odd manner." the maress said, her anger hidden well as she tried to put down the fact that she was not pleased at all with the other's attitude.

"It is of little consequence to you," Cere'Qul replied. The black mare's lips tightened, whatever she had thought to say silenced behind a wall of restraint. "Now, we shall ask, who are you to question us?"

"My name is Chrysalis." A purr left the black female's throat as she titled herself, but it was mostly ignored. "And from here to the glade where you had traveled is my land." Cere'Qul opened his muzzle to retort something of a most vile nature, but before he could his attention was drawn down to his mate nudging at his side.

A slow turn of his ear followed the black stallion's head lowering down to listen as Zecora muttered some piece of information up to him. Once the zebra had finished relaying what she had to say Cere'Qul rose back up to sneer haughtily at Chrysalis.

"From what our...companion has to say, you and your lot are outcast within Equestria, so your claim to own anything is erroneous." That made the black mare see red.

"Your companion is mistaken! Me and mine are the rightful rulers of this area!" Chrysalis rose up from her place on her bed, green eyes all but aflame as the maress stamped her foot in anger, his nostrils flaring wide as she screamed her claim.

"And yet, you do not seem to have good control over your lands. No sentinels to guard them from would be invaders. No borders for which to make known where your reach begins and end." Cere'Qul turned his head to the side, a guff of taunting laughter escaping from his lips as he flipped his tail back and forth behind him like a colt as mirth overcame him. "Are you not but squatters, hiding like rodents within another's home, calling it your own while fearfully dreading when..."

Whatever the demon was going to say next was missed as a green bolt struck him directly into the chest. The suddenness of the assault caused Cere'Qul to stumble backwards, the black stallion whinnying out loud as his chest was compressed by a surge of archaic magic.

And then the stallion shook his head.

"Mildly impressive," Zecora moved to head over to her mate's side to administer to him aid, but a slow shake of his head stopped her. "From what we have seen, that is the most powerful form of an old art that we had once come to know of." It was the calm within the dark male's voice that made Chrysalis feel suddenly very unsure of herself, the anger that she had once felt draining as she looked to see the smug look of knowing crossing over Cere'Qul's muzzle. "However," and then the equine male was gone, his presence having melted into thin air. "Your style of using it is primitive. Your anger clouds you from using such effectively, or rather, your lack of control over your anger does this." Chrysalis flipped her head around just in time to see a hoof rush forward into her face.

The impact of Cere'Qul's strike, of which came from the demon horse when he materialized back behind the female. The black mare didn't have time to contemplate how the other could have moved as fast as he did, too busy was she trying to stop herself from flying through the air, up over the bowing Zecora, as she made her way into the door of her room. Hitting the barrier, Chrysalis' body made the marble barrier separating her chambers from the outside world shudder violently before she ended up slumping onto the ground in a heap.

Chrysalis said nothing, she merely moaned as she tried to unsteadily get to her feet. The taunt the other horse had given her a mild echo inside of her somewhat scattered thoughts. The clopping of hooves up next to her made the green eyes female blink. Looking up, Chrysalis found Cere'Qul standing next to her, the larger male's lips tipped upwards into a belittling smirk as he gazed upon the weaker creature that had thought to challenge him.

"Perhaps, if you were somewhat more calm you might have been on use to us, but your emotions cloud your judgement, and so...you are worthless." Cere'Qul pointed out with simple efficiency.

"Says the one with a vulnerability lying plain in sight." Cere'Qul had no idea what that meant but when a beam of verdant light shot out from the horned mare's head over his shoulder the demon didn't think as he whipped his head around to watch what he knew was about to happen.

The yelp Zecora let out made everything stop for Cere'Qul. The sight of his mare, heavy with his seed, his foal not yet introduced to its first external breath, being hit registered within the demon's mind, yet it didn't quite go through all of the correct channels before Cere'Qul found himself blinking in confusion. Time began to move again, like sand falling down an hourglass, that was just how slow it seemed, but upon seeing Zecora spin around into the air, her diminutive form twirling once and then twice, the demon was in motion long before anyone knew what happened.

By the time the world was once again in synch with reality Cere'Qul had Zecora carefully placed next to his side, the smaller mare groaning somewhat as her own innate magic tried to dispel the effects of the dark power which had overcome her. Apparently, there had been something else to the green bolt of energy which had attacked his mate and in snuffling over her whimpering form...

"Now then, perhaps you should rethink that earlier comment, else your little 'companion' there will not be able to survive the curse I placed over her." Chrysalis words were honeyed with enough malice to make the average pony puke, but upon hearing them Cere'Qul remained strangely...quiet.

An inhalation of breath followed with a black plume of smoke billowing out from the demon's throat over the smaller zebra. The darkness, like a living blanket, writhed over the mare, soaking up whatever curse might have tried to overcome both her and the foal inside of her, before rising up into the air and then thunderstorming. Chrysalis took several steps back as she watched her power and that of the unknown male working against each other. However, there was no chance for victory within the writhing mass of archaic powers which did battle with one another.

As quickly as it had been borne into existence the storm abated. The darkness vanishing as though it had never been while the smaller zebra shook her head, groaning somewhat as her senses tried to make sense of what had just happened. When her verdant eyes met those of her mate's, the soft look of compassion passing over Zecora's muzzle as she lifted her head to nuzzle into the black stallion's neck, Chrysalis had just enough time to figure out her key mistake, right before hooves slammed themselves into her sides knocking her into the far wall behind her. The female would never be able to say exactly when and how it happened, but there was no time for her to contemplate this either. Not when Cere'Qul, the demon so angry that froth was pooling around the outer edge of his lips, crimson eyes glowing so hot they had turned white like the sun at midday, pulled back and then grabbed Chrysalis' mane.

A flick of his neck, the slightest of gestures it would have seemed to anyone else, and then the black mare found herself being thrown into another wall. Breath left her like a traitorous fiend as her lungs depressed, the impact jarring the maress' insides as well as her thoughts as she tried to situate herself enough to pull herself upright. Before she could, though, hooves met the side of her head, stars bursting into being as pain whitened her vision for several seconds.

Zecora, still somewhat dazed, decided not to idly stand by and watch the other mare being savaged. Instead, the stripped mystic went over to the shuddering doors of the room, grabbed a vial from the thusly ignored satchel at her side, and then tossed the contented onto the barrier separating them from the outside world. The sticky substance that had been inside of the now broken vial splashed everywhere before hardening like cement over the twin marble doors. Those on the other side would be kept from coming in, though whether that was a kindness or not was something Zecora would have to think on later, especially after she turned to watch the other female being mounted by her mate.

It seemed as though Cere'Qul had finished punishing the other equine, the sight of the numerous bruises on the other speaking for themselves on the anger the now crimson eyed stallion felt. From where Zecora stood it looked as though the other female's powers were helping her body to heal, but they would be able to do nothing as Cere'Qul neighed loudly over the other's head, gripping her tight as he pulled the weakened maress back into his torso.

A frantic bucking pushed at the bulk of the larger male's bulk but did little to deter the demon from grappling the dark mare into himself, his glowing hooves fastening themselves tight around the green eyes equine's midsection, burning at her middle to get her to calm down, before a bellowing whinny sounded off inside of the other's ears turning them down. When Chrysalis still refused to settle down and take what was coming to her, Cere'Qul decided that he had had enough. Lowering his boxy head down and then snapping his fangs around the length of the female's neck, the demon closed his jaws down tight along the thick flesh of Chrysalis' throat.

Instantly the female ceased her frenzied motions. All of her senses telling her well enough that the male above her would kill her at the least little provocation. Green eyes widened after realizing this simple truth and before long Chrysalis was motionless and plaint beneath her new stud. A snort of annoyed triumph sounded within the maress' ears, telling her without words that her submission would be well rewarded. Though, somehow, Chrysalis could feel that this would be a gift she would happily return in an instant if she had the smallest chance to do so. Especially as a heavy girth, hot and hard and slimy, pressed up against her spoiled netherlips.

A neigh of sorrow met Cere'Qul's ears, but the demon gave no notion that he heard this noise. Instead, the black stallion hiked his hips up and then forward, rooting around into the back of the dark female's rear as he tried to find purchase. A tender press of something against his backside made Cere'Qul pull his fangs back from Chrysalis' neck to flip his head around, only to see his little mate nuzzling against his melon sized balls. The little zebra seemed to want to get in on the action, her need growing strong as the scent of magic and sweat and anger filled the air, exiting her beyond reason as her own thick lipped pussy began to sop with juice. However, Zecora was no fool. She knew well that any attempt to administer such affections onto Chrysalis would only be met with disdain, and maybe even violence. So instead, the zebra worked her tongue over her mate's balls, stroking the vein covered orbs time and again, pulling them up and then letting them fall back down, unconsciously churning the seed within until soft gurgles could be faintly heard within.

A pleased neigh came from Cere'Qul, of which Zecora could only smile back for in return, right before the demon shifted his focus back to his intended conquest. Angling his steps in such a way that his back legs were forced to spread, Cere'Qul let his back arch up and down, his spine moving like a snake before his long, fleshy cockhead found its way up against the side of Chrysalis' cunt. The mushroom capped head, much bigger than anything a human might dream of possessing, punched at the curtains of the black mare's sex...and then slammed through. The neigh, like a scream of murder, bounced off of the walls of the bedroom. Those outside frantically tried to find their way into the chamber of their mistress, however, between the solution which Zecora had thrown over the door and the black energy curling around the outer edge of the barrier, nothing was getting inside of the room anytime soon. A sad thing for Chrysalis because Cere'Qul's cock continued to ram itself inside of the black mare, going on without pause as the demonic stallion pushed and pushed and pushed. Chrysalis was given no time to accept the massive flesh which pierced her cervix and then made its way on up into her womb, stopping only when there was no more left to give.

When the demon had finally pressed his groin up into the end of the mare's rear Cere'Qul nickered at the feeling of the body underneath him trying to expel his maleness. The tightness of the unprepared depths of Chrysalis' sex seemed to all but massage the stallion's length as throbbing flesh wrapped itself like a vice around the equine. Grunting as his balls felt as though they could burst at any moment, Zecora's tongue work, of which had not ceased as of yet, had drawn the fat orbs down so fat they it looked as though they could touch in between the demonic stud's knees at any moment. Turning to shoo his mate away, as things were about to get much more...aggressive in a moment, Cere'Qul watched as his little zebra did as she was told, moving off to the side and onto the black and purple bed that had been abandoned so as to watch what was about to happen. When the green eyes mystic moved a hoof back so as to play with her own distended nethers, Cere'Qul chuckled for a moment as he watched Zecora wink somewhat saucily at him. The throng of lust he felt for his pregnant mare had Cere'Qul whinny loud, his head raising up to the ceiling to sound off the call of the event which was soon to transpire.

And then the demon turned his focus back to the one underneath him.

Panting, sweating, and nickering in despair, Chrysalis had no idea how delicious she looked to the greater beast above her. Her body, like a black wonderland, was a paradise of sin which the demon was looking forward to exploring and as he pulled his rear back, slipping his turgid mass through the smaller mare, making her wince for every inch that crept out of her moistened cunt. Once he was halfway free of her, his cock having pulled back so that his medial ring was displaced of the Chrysalis' reddening honeypot, Cere'Qul gave the huffing female a moment to prepare...and then slammed his hips forward back into her.

The sound Chrysalis let out could only be compared to a death wail. That was just how broken, and yet beautiful, the scream the maress unleashed was followed by the slapping sound of her flesh meeting in time with that of the demon's behind her. Cere'Qul wasted no time with foreplay, the black stallion didn't believe that the female beneath him was worthy of such niceties. Instead, the larger male simple pounded his flanks back and forth, his cock driving in and out of Chrysalis so hard and so fast that his thrusts left the female breathless. Grunting a whicker of excitement as he smelled the tang of arousal, as well as pain, seeping from off of the black mare, Cere'Qul knew that once he had broken the other in he was going to enjoy exhausting himself onto her backside again and again and again.

Unlike his other mates, Cere'Qul could never truly relieve himself of all of his demonic fury and lust onto the females, and males, he had managed to take for his harem. Always did the demon have to be careful so as to make sure that he never broke one of the other's by accident. Yet, with this one, this female who was reminiscent of those who had lived before back in his age of darkness and fire, Cere'Qul was able to use all the force his body could muster onto the other. Tail flipping through the air with fast, but sharp motions, Zecora watched as the shadows on the wall began to dance in a somewhat entranced way as it looked as though the black bodies covering the walls had become living things. Odd though, was the fact that the little zebra could swear that she could see three heads where Cere'Qul's single noggin should be placed. Blinking twice failed to dispel this sight, so the zebra figured that it must have been some sort of illusion brought on by the stress of being attacked by Chrysalis earlier.

Pistoning his powerful thighs with frantic force, the demonic stallion snorted as he drove all of his cock into Chrysalis, the yelps and whimpers of the female no concern to the stallion. Instead, Cere'Qul, the demon growling almost like some kind of feral bear, gripped the female tighter, pulling himself down over her back so that the entirety of his bulk pushed squarely onto her, forcing Chrysalis down as his cock surged up through her insides until the lower end of her stomach bulged. Rocking harder, his back hooves digging into the marble of the floor so much that the red tips began to mark sparks sprout around the edge of his legs, Cere'Qul was determined to breed the mare hard enough to leave her drooling by the time he was done. Had the black stud seen the way the female was biting onto her lower, her eyes clenched tight as she tried in vain to keep any of this from feeling better than it should have, Cere'Qul would have laughed triumphantly as he noted the female gentle bucking herself back onto him.

For Chrysalis, the feeling of being speared open, spread wide, and fucked senseless, was fast becoming something for which the black mare was quickly growing enraptured over. Usually, her minions could never make her feel this way, the others somewhat fearful of displeasing their mistress would always move in the way she wanted them to; the changelings like living dildos that moaned on command, not the Chrysalis could complain about this. What else was she supposed to use for fun around this boring place she called home, anyway. However, this stallion above her, this equine who fucked as though he were trying to both claim and dominate, was making bright blotches appear within the maress' mind's eye. Everything along her lower end hurt, from her knees which threatened to give out, to her pussy, which felt as though it was being broken in two, yet never had Chrysalis felt more aroused in her life.

It would only be later than the other would realize that the reason for her mounting ecstasy was because she was not in control. Never would she have thought to give herself up, let herself being used by the pumping maleness which popped in and out of her cunt so hard and so fully that she could almost swear she could taste his musky flesh within the back of her throat. Nothing before had ever been this good. Or this sinful. She was being taken against her will, fucked to the edge of reason, and all that she could do was throw her head back and moan in pain. The sound must have been like music to the one behind her, she had never gotten his name, because a dark laugh crept out from her stud's throat, echoing in her ears, lowering them as the cry of dark delight continued on and on and on.

The first of Cere'Qul's orgasms was quickly approaching, and in feeling himself about to cum, the demon drove himself forward with even greater thrusts. Usually, with his mares, he would hold back, give them time to enjoy the pleasure of his cock as it reached up into the deepest part of their insides, yet he felt no need to do so with this mare. He wanted her slathering for him as she lay broken. Her stomach bloated. Her pussy streaming until it looked as though her cunt would never be able to close again. To see her round with his foals, one after another popping out of her until she was left nothing but a mindless broodmare, made the demon neigh loud enough to shake certain small fixtures within the room. Jack hammering his hips harder, his backside moving like a blur to Zecora's eyes, the black stud continued on, his single minded goal overcoming any thoughts of mercy for the other.

A few moments later Cere'Qul huffed, jammed his pelvis forward and then held still. His balls, having drawn up as they prepared to expend their load within the body before them, gurgled and then shook like leaves in the wind as Cere'Qul sprayed his seed into Chrysalis. The demonic horse's second prick, which had largely gone ignored, spouted a large geyser of semen up underneath the black maress' belly, painted the once pristine fur a creamy white. The black mare moaned long and low as she felt the molten hot equine essence pour into her cunt, souring the eggs she had inside of her until they filled with the wiggling seeds that would turn them into demon foals. On the outside, Zecora watched with some rampant amusement as Chrysalis stomach expanded outwards, growing to the side of a cantaloupe then to a watermelon all the way until the black mare's belly looked as though she had swallowed a large beach ball. Grunting as his clenched his inner muscles, forcing as much sperm as he could out of the other possible, Cere'qul gave a sigh of relief once the last of his cum had found itself inside of its new home.

Sweat steamed along the length of the demon's neck and torso as he relaxed his front from where they were tightly clenched around the maress' form, the impression left behind marking Chrysalis the same as any brand would. A few pants later found Cere'Qul moaning in relief as he felt all of the tension, and some of the hate he had felt for the other equine, abate from his chest. Looking down at Chrysalis, watching with dark crimson eyes as the other tried to wiggle her way out from underneath him, his medial ring keeping her from going far as the inflated mound of flesh tied the black mare to him, Cere'Qul snorted and then pulled his hips back...

Only to drive them forward once again...

The shrill groan Chrysalis let out began the symphony of cries that would continue for another hour and a half as Cere'Qul showed the female her place beneath him at the bottom of his harem. Back behind the two, Zecora could only snicker in amusement as she watched the newest mare to the growing collection of Cere'Qul's lovers be put into her place.

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"Do you think this wise?" Zecora asked from where the zebra had her head resting against the side of Cere'Qul's neck. The black and white pony mystic watched as her mate snorted, his head shifting from side to side as though to clean something from his head, before he turned to stare down at her, his piercing crimson eyes seeming to speak volumes.

"Not at all, but at the moment it is the most advantageous maneuver which can be made." That made Zecora snicker for a moment. The black stallion chuckled along with his mate at the same time he rolled his hips forward, pressing them deep into the sucking muzzle of a certain black mare beneath him. "Do you agree with this?" The demon asked as he turned his face down to look at the one he had broken in.

The now doe eyed mare pulled her nursing muzzle away from the lower of the twin shafts the demonic stud supported to nod happily at Cere'Qul.

"I do, especially if it gets me and mine more time with these loves cocks of yours." Chrysalis mind, or what little was left of it after her violent rape, had been reduced down to a single minded devotion to the black stallion, of which she had promised everything over to the other. Her people, her kingdom, even her own body, or maybe to say especially her still cum soaked body, was now laid before the hooves of the greater male.

So it worked out well for Cere'Qul for his plan to dominate the rest of Equestria, taking down the four princess and making each of them part of his harem. The idea itself was very simple; in order to take control, Cere'Qul planned to have Chrysalis and her changelings distract Celestia and Luna by dividing the two older princesses attention by attacking certain parts of Equestria when both females dominated the hours of day and night, there by leaving the opposing sister vulnerable to Cere'Qul. The demonic stallion was almost sure that his powers, still not at their peak, but climbing with every conquest her claimed in the way of a pony of Equestria, would be enough to put him on par with each of the princesses. With taking each one down, Cere'Qul's strength would jump, giving him the ability to conquer the other three with ease. At that point, well...

The sky was truly the limit as Cere'Qul had no idea just how far he could take things. The rumors of other worlds had captivated the demon; in his era there holes between worlds had yet to stabilize so outside contact with foreign creatures was all but unheard of. Yet maybe...

Cere'Qul grunted, his insides tightening as he felt a his loins tighten just before his latest orgasm overtook him. The flexing of both of his massive pricks, the black spires swelling and then jumping forward, a gush of fluids seeping out of them a moment later. Chrysalis didn't bother to pull herself back from off of the large piece of flesh her too tight throat was nursing. Instead, the black female pulled her closer to Cere'Qul, forcing as much of herself up onto the demon as she could once the first blast of fluid surged out from the equine male's gurgling soccer ball sized balls. Already full, her stomach began to slosh and visibly swell as more cum dumped itself into Chrysalis' belly. Had anyone come in to see her all would have been surprised to see how large the once slim looking maress appeared.

Cere'Qul, however, didn't mind the sight. Actually, the demon found it more than a little arousing as he watched his upper shaft ooze semen down onto the mare's snout and face, drenching her still sticky form with an extra coating of a demon glaze. The bed the three of them were resting on was totally soaked, the sheets on down to the floor were saturated with Cere'Qul's musk that nothing would be able to get them clean again. Not that anyone minded.

"Well," Zecora quipped, her voice calling her mate's attention as the larger horse grunted, shifted, and then began to hump his hips forward into Chrysalis. "We had best make sure to see this plan through with every detail carefully mapped out, or else you'll find yourself overwhelmed before your first foal has dropped." That made the demon snort, his attention pulling back from his climactic explosion to growl down at the zebra at his side.

"We will not fail!" Cere'Qul anger barely made the black and white mare blink as she looked up at him, his glistening white fangs bared and crimson eyes glowing pale, only served to make Zecora realize just how serious the other was about his plan.

"We shall do our best to insure that failure does not become a possibility." And then the little zebra moved herself down to where Chrysalis was still slurping over the lower of Cere'Qul's two dongs, the blade female barely noticing the other maress, before a demure muzzle wrapped itself around the demon's upper dick. The sensation of two mouths trapped around himself caused Cere'Qul to mutter a groan, his balls literally aching to seed the two with more of his potent fluids.

The opening of the door to the room brought in several of Chrysalis' changelings, many of them growling and snapping at one another as they charged into their mistress' sanctuary without provocation. Yet upon seeing the sight of the three equines together on Chrysalis' bed not one of those who entered found the strength to comment on what was happening as all lost. The sight of their mistress' gaping holes, both her pussy and tailhole oozing with white fluid that could only come from one source, her belly stretched out beyond imagination while her throat worked busily to suck out the last strings of cum she could get from her new mate. The little zebra settled up above their lady was not to be missed, not as the other whipped her tail up above Chrysalis' head, the sight of the other's already used twat, full and spread as it was, gushed out semen from the zebra's backside. The demon barely noted as a crowd soon formed around the bed where he and his mares were, his orgasm was just so powerful that the only thing he could be sure of was that the room seemed to be more full now.

Once he latest climax abated, the demon blinked his eyes, his brain seemed to be full of cotton and the glaze over his vision was like veil being set over his face, Cere'Qul looked around and then snorted at the changelings.

"You belong to us now," was the only thing the black stallion had to say, much to the confusion of the large congregation assembled. The rising of Chrysalis' head followed with an affirmation of this assessment.

"Cere'Qul's word is law now, so you better do as he says." That made the changelings look to each other, understanding soon following as their mistress' words rang true around them.

"Ma'am?" A brave changeling approached the bed, his head down and his eyes averted. A whicker from Chrysalis had the other continuing, "What should we do now, then?"

It was Cere'Qul who answered,

"Continue guarding the entrance to the this castle. I'll have use of you later." No one rebuked the demon's words as all turned to make their way out from the bedroom, the white marble doors closing a few moments later to leave the three equine's alone with each other.

'This is going to take some getting use to,' Chrysalis thought as she realized that in the face of the greater horse her own authority was now rendered moot. However, when a hoof reached back to pulled her face into Cere'Qul's groin, the black mare realized that she didn't care all that much. Not with her mate's heady musk filling up her nose, making her blood rush through her body and exciting her fluttering nethers once again.